The Twelve Days of Dash & Lily (Dash & Lily #2)

by Rachel Cohn

Lily was mittens and hot chocolate and snow angels that lifted from the ground and danced in the air.

If Lily was the subject on Jeopardy!, the answer would be “She does not understand it at all,” and the question would be “What is the human male species?”

I said I love you so much, and in that instant I meant it with every fiber of my being, but since the moment passed unreciprocated, I’ve tried to have a little more distance from Dash. I can’t make him feel something he doesn’t feel, and I don’t want to get hurt trying, so I decided to let my love for him simmer on the back burner of my heart, to allow me to be more casual and undemanding of him up front.

I feel like in the last year I went from a very young sixteen to a very old seventeen.

I knew she didn’t suffer fools gladly, but she’d gladly make a fool suffer.

“Oh—and you’re rakish as well! I’ve often found it helpful to have a shovel around when you’re dealing with a rake.” “I’m not sure I follow….” “And I, sir, am not very sure you lead.

“Not everything I say is a rebuke to you, you know.” “No. Maybe it’s just a buke. And then when you repeat it in twenty minutes, that will be the rebuke.”

I know in my heart that I can live without him and I know in my heart that I don’t want to—that’s a good place to start, right?”

I will be sure to convey your efforts.”

“If you want,” Boomer offered, “I can talk to that girl Amber in my chem class and see if she can put out an alert.” “I don’t think it works that way,” Sofia said. “But it’s a nice thought.”

“Does it matter?” I asked. Please. Let it matter! Dash shrugged. “Guess not.” Boys never say what you want them to. It’s probably the only lesson I’ve learned in life.

“I take it back,” Lily said. But the thing was: She didn’t sound certain. I let her take it back anyway. The only problem with taking something back? It’s still inside there somewhere.

Missing implies unintentional gone-away-ness. Like when a girl mistakenly ingests hallucinogenic gingerbread men and then her intentional day away turns into legit overnight missing.

“Don’t just show me you adore me. Tell me you love me, or break up with me and put me out of this misery of wanting to give my whole heart to you

any male who automatically knows how to tick off all the items on your female wish-fulfillment list is too good to be true. It’s not natural to their species, and you should find it highly suspicious if he does.

Are you going to be someone who takes charge of her feelings and her actions, even if the outcome might hurt, or someone who lets herself be unhappy simply because she won’t ask for what she wants?”

What an idiot Santa is for flying around alone. Because who would want to travel the world without another person’s heartbeat beside him?

I think that reality has the distinct potential to completely suck, and the way to get around that is to step out of reality from time to time and find something a little more enjoyable with someone you completely, unadulteratedly enjoy.

“But your dad’s—” I didn’t want to come out and say it. Such a rhymes-with-ick. Mrs. Basil E. spared me having to speak the harsh language aloud. She snapped, “Not all Canadians are nice, Lily. Don’t be so naïve.

This is the funny thing about New York—there are so many things to do at all times of the day, but there are still moments when you have no idea which of them to do, and feel extra silly because you know there has to be something out there for you to do; your mind just hasn’t found it yet.

Sometimes you make plans. Sometimes plans make themselves.

She was shocked that I’d never seen Love Actually, and I was shocked that it wasn’t that bad, actually.

A party, like the human body, will fall into rigor mortis without proper circulation.”

the only answer I can come up with is to tell you there are some things you can’t control, and time is, like, number one on that list. Number two is the actions of other people.

“I do wonder,” I confessed. “In the same way I wonder what it would be like to make out with an orangutan just before it has diarrhea.”

“Good night, Jack Sparrow.” Dash said, “I take Depp offense.” “Good,” said Dad. “Now go home.”