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That’s a voice that arrives on a chariot drawn by dragons.”
this is so teenager coded
this is so weird
the random ass spanish
ik this is the 80s but um.
excuse me
it’s so weird
she’s weird
“i love the smiths “
why does he have 2 surnames
hes so sweet
“It’s for you, take it,” he whispered. He looked up from her hands to her dropped chin.
He was so careful, he didn’t even touch her.
she’s so ignorant it’s kinda crazy
…..
what’s the point dude
feels stereotypical of the author
He emptied all his handheld video games and Josh’s remote control cars, and called his grandma to tell her that all he wanted for his birthday in November was AA batteries.
“Eleanor,” Maisie whispered from the bottom bunk, “was that your boyfriend?” Eleanor crushed her teeth together. “No,” she whispered back viciously. “He’s just a boy.”
he reached over and pulled at the old silk scarf she’d tied around her wrist. “I’m sorry,” he said.
He wound the scarf around his fingers until her hand was hanging in the space between them. Then he slid the silk and his fingers into her open palm. And Eleanor disintegrated.
Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive. As soon as he touched her, he wondered how he’d gone this long without doing it. He rubbed his thumb through her palm and up her fingers, and was aware of her every breath.
The way a computer drive will spit out a disk if it doesn’t recognize the formatting. When he touched Eleanor’s hand, he recognized her. He knew.
kids can be so,.. LOL
(That was a new, awesome development—the hair touching. Sometimes he’d come up behind her after school, and tug at her ponytail or tap the top of her bun.)
The only thing she didn’t like to think about, about Park, was what he could possibly see in her.
:((((((
“Could you stop being the worst friend in the world, for, like, five minutes?” Park looked up at the clock. “Yes.”
He wanted to make her smile like that constantly.
Like she was the Invisible Girl. That would make Park Mr. Fantastic.
“Richie is the head of this household,” her mom said. “Richie is the one who puts food on our table.” What food? Eleanor wanted to ask. And, for that matter, what table? They ate on the couch or on the floor or sitting on the back steps holding paper plates. Besides, Richie would say no just for the pleasure of saying it. It would make him feel like the king of Spain. Which was probably why her mom wanted to give him the chance.
and sometimes when we’re out of dish soap, I wash my hair with flea and tick shampoo.…
He leaned against her, pressing his shoulder into hers. “Don’t be mad at me,” he said, sighing. “It makes me crazy.”
When he thought of someone writing that ugly thing on her book … it made him feel like Bill Bixby just before he turned into the Hulk.
She could have snuck home cans of Chef Boyardee and Campbell’s chicken noodle soup for the little kids. She would have felt like Santa Claus when she came home.…
eughhhh
“No, I love your name. I don’t want to cheat myself out of a single syllable.”
it’s so teenage
“And you make me feel like a cannibal.” “You’re crazy.”
um
Like the person in a Greek myth who makes one of the gods stop caring about being a god.
No weird white girl in my house.” “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but weird white girls are my only option,”
oh that’s not
“Well, she is kind of weird, isn’t she?” Park didn’t have the energy to be angry. He sighed and let his head fall back on the chair. His dad kept talking. “Isn’t that why you like her?”
Did firemen do this, too? Hey, kid, you go in first and unlock the door.
“No … my girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.”
but TV never showed you the mechanics of it.
Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
He felt the Bruce Banner blood rushing to his face.
:/
