Juniper Bean Resorts to Murder (Happily Ever Homicide, #1)

by Gracie Ruth Mitchell

I just smile and try not to feel sad about how different we are now, about how much better we jive virtually than in person.

“You put on makeup?!” he cuts me off, his face screwed up with disgust as he eyes me. “Gross, June—gross. You wanted me to think you were pretty—

Just think—this key was separated from Aiden Milano’s buns by a mere one or two layers of fabric, depending on whether he goes commando. My seventeen-year-old self would be over the moon.

I don’t like the way we teach objectively things that are so subjective.

THIIIISSSSSS!!!!

I want to sit down and read a book or ten.

Same, Aiden, same

“I thought I would fit, but I didn’t! It’s because I’m pear-shaped,” I babble like a madwoman. “Pears aren’t supposed to go through windows—”

DEAAAAAAADDDD

When it comes to my heart, I’m a seize the day kind of girl. And I was ready to carpe that diem.

She’s not mean, she’s just careless and self-centered.

I’m building last-minute reinforcements in my mind, patching the roof before the storm hits.

Mental health matters

“Dish soap doesn’t magically appear just because you think you’ve figured out who the bad guy is.

“Hey!” she screams—and I do mean screams. “I am the fruit of your womb! You can’t stab me—

BEST. SENTENCE. EVER!