Vera Wong's Guide to Snooping on a Dead Man (Vera Wong, #2)

by Jesse Q. Sutanto

But what is life without a little exaggeration now and again? Or, as Vera likes to call it, a little razzle dazzle.

If it were possible to be brought back to life by food, then that is what Aimes is experiencing.

“Chinese tea. Pu-erh. Very invigorating, bring you back to life. You need it.”

At her age, one does not have the time to look for trouble; rather, one goes on the hunt for it.

Aimes turns around in her bed and buries her face in her pillow, willing the memories to stay away. Except of course they do the exact opposite of that.

“Robin, why you insist on failing before you even try?”

Lies that help grease the wheels of life, because sometimes life can be so cruel, so jagged and harsh.

Why anyone would not want to catch Vera virus?”

your ass is bad. Very bad. And that is a good thing.

It feels nice, not being the one that everybody has to depend on for once. To have someone he can lean on.