The Last of August (Charlotte Holmes, #2)

by Brittany Cavallaro

or she’d been hoping for a taller, buffer Jamie Watson, one who looked a little more like a volunteer fireman and less like a volunteer librarian.

I would say "me fr" but we all know that's a lie

“I think you discount the importance of routine,” he said. “My father always spoke about the importance of doing things for oneself, the same way every day. Frees the mind to focus on more important pursuits.”

Breaking news: I got into a strange car where someone told me I was useless. How was your afternoon?

Something that would fs happen to me

She smiled at me, that one particular smile I hardly ever saw, the one that could open padlocks, Yale locks, bank vaults, the one that was a trapdoor down into everything.

THIS WAS THE QUOTE IN THE REVIEW

because, despite my best efforts not to, I’d romanticized her beyond all sense, because even if I wasn’t in love with her, I couldn’t see myself loving anyone else.

Okay Richard Papan. Why don't you just "i am nothing in my soul if not obsessive" while you're at it???

She’d done that herself. Hadn’t she? She’d said I’d leave her if she was hurting. She said I’d sleep with her and run.

Goodness Jamie, you didn't tell her you WOULDN'T. Sheks obviously trau.atised from that dluchebag only wanting her for sex

He is a boy and he is in love with me, but only because the world bores him. His world is boring because it loves him, you see. Of course it does. And so it all comes so easy to him, and his world grows wretched and long, and he begins casting around for something of interest in all that dark. If I am broken, at least my hazard lights are appealing to a boy like him.

Bro really is Richard Papan

It’s strange to grieve for your former self, and still I think it’s something that any girl understands. I’ve shed so many skins, I hardly know what I am now—muscle, maybe, or just memory. Perhaps just the will to keep going.

time, I thought he considered me to be the problem, and then I worried he thought that I was the solution. I’m neither. I’m a teenage girl. He is my boy best friend. We would be everything to each other until we couldn’t.

safe. I would rather Watson be at home, doing research and reading novels, because one prefers to have their heart locked safely in their chest.

Isnt that exactly what she worried Watson would do to her?? Lock her away from trouble?

Charlotte Holmes was looking at me like I was her violin.

Holmes, my patron saint of trapdoors and fail-safes,

Parrallel to the carnaval scene

I know what it’s like, trying to make a myth out of your life while you’re living it. But this isn’t a story. It isn’t a history.