Left Drowning (Left Drowning #1)

by Jessica Park

Still, even in my decidedly inebriated state, I know that the bruises from a drunken night can hardly be equated with any sort of positive emotional step forward.

Such an introspective and broken heroine

“Fucking bagpipes.” “Fucking bagpipes,” I agree.

You leave bagpipes alone!

There is no God. Not for us.

Did not think this line would pop up in a masturbatory fantasy

After only six minutes, I am miserable.

No truer thing has ever been written about running

He tastes like eternity, and healing, and completion.

or like a really great red wine

her contentment broken, but broken by what, she doesn’t know.

(ominous foreshadowing)

The boy moves his hands over his heart, and she follows the movement.

They are meant to be! They will only have to break up 17 times before they realize it!

Running is not so awful.

i no longer identify with you, main protagonist

I have to own something less horrible that I can wear to Sabin’s play.

Cue make over scene in 5...

we are both in the same English class, Love and Madness in Eighteenth- and Nineteenth-Century Literature.

Gotta love those liberal arts colleges

He sucks on me firmly and decisively until

2 of the sexiest adverbs ever

and she gets bullshit that I might want to sleep past six fucking o’clock in the morning.

"gets bullshit"? Is that a Wisconsin thing? Or bad editing?

Girls don’t like me. Which is fine. I don’t like other girls much either. Except for you. You, I like.”

"Other girls don't like me" always neans you are too pretty and too cool in the Young/New adult literary world. You probably never have to work out either

“It’s a two-by-three-foot oil painting of Jesus.”

Estelle is so quirky and unconventional

all kinds of fucked up.

This just makes me think of the 50 shades of fucked up motif frim 50 shades of grey

I imagine that anyone who goes through trauma like I have wonders the same things I do: how God can exist and allow such awful things to happen.

Is some stealth Christian parable popping up soon? Or is our heroine just really, really deep?

Some people believe in God; I believe in Chris.

Will he save her in a Christ-like manner from herself?

SMASHED UP

I just realized the chapters are named. Are they meaningful?

It doesn’t matter that we both are covered in the stench of last night’s war. He holds me, his hands cradling my waist while I tuck my arms against his chest and rest my head against him.

I'd probably just want to brush my teeth. And pee. But I'm not a terribly deep person

“He’s the only reason that I’m alive. He wasn’t a firefighter. Just some guy in regular clothes. Probably renting one of the houses near ours.”

The Chekhov's gun rule tells me this savior is Christopher's father

These are details that I keep to myself.

Because we're only halfway through and we need to drag out this drama

Last year I heard someone in one of my classes bitching about getting locked out when he came back early because Matthews temporarily changes the locks or something, so I know that my key won’t work.

Change the locks or something? Really?

There is, of all things, a vibrator in a discreet sealed box nestled in with the bath salts.

They just care about your tense traveller muscles. Also, I'm worried Chekhov's rule is going to play out here

something: this is why they say that people become one.

I have only heard the Spice Girls say that

I push my underwear to the side and set his hand on me.

His truck is a stick shift so this is just silly. Also, characters in new adult stories hate seat belts

My scar fills in, it completes, his.

I'm having trouble picturing this

But when she tilts his head back and kisses him on the mouth briefly, there is no point.

I was wondering how the author would drag the plot out

even adopted a dog from the local animal-rescue shelter

Yay! Rescued is my favorite breed!