Keepsake (True North, #3)

by Sarina Bowen

Funny how I never really appreciated the bible until I got free of the people who’d taught it to me.

Shipleys were kind to me simply because they were kind people.

The difference between living on a ranch where books were banned and a farm where books were freely discussed and traded could not be underestimated.

Come on, subconscious! Get with the program. We are totally safe here.

Funny how a brush with death will make old friends love you again.

First, we stop staring. “First we load up the truck.”

Nightmares don’t have any respect for a person’s dignity.

Paradise Ranch was the worst place on earth, and yet I hadn’t been good enough to stay.

He took a gulp of cider. “I didn’t know what to think when you disappeared. It was a terrible time for me.” “Really?” I flinched. Not as terrible as it was for me.

What an ass!

“They’re all about you.”

And I don’t need you mansplaining what I need right now.”

I want you for my very own

I’d told her I loved her, and that hadn’t been enough.

I was good for her. I was. But my love wasn’t enough to cure the problem, no matter how much I wished it was

Everyone has a time when they need a lot more than they can give. It doesn’t matter how much you hate it. It’s just true.”

It had taken me until now to realize that I’d never been given a speaking role in this drama. I was merely a walk-on, and there was nothing at all I could do about it.

I’ll be your Apostate Farm.

The more people I talk to, the more I hear that crushing on your best friend is a queer rite of passage. So thanks for making me a cliché, babe. :) Thanks a ton.

I feel like Harry Potter trying to pick out a gift for all the Weasleys.

Sometimes the end of a stage in your life doesn’t announce itself with trumpets or fireworks. Sometimes it just seeps in, like the smell of snow on the air as fall gives way to winter.

“Everything that happened to me almost seems worth it when you’re sitting in my kitchen. Because I love you, Zach.”

All the men’s faces lit up. “No way!” “Whoa!” “What’s the mileage?” “Does it need a lot of work?” “Seriously?” May hissed.