The Wangs vs. the World

by Jade Chang

putting on a false face of unconcern when in her heart of hearts she must, must want to be beautiful. Everyone must want to be beautiful.

none of that (and she’d had all of it) was as romantic as a boyfriend who would notice that the lightbulb in her hallway had blown out and change it without even bothering to mention the favor.

She had never really seen the point of the desert. It was a useless landscape, more a failure of evolution than a valid ecosystem. Scorpions and cacti, leftovers from Mother Nature’s rebellious phase;

whenever ugly things happened people usually said that it looked like Vegas or Florida.

them. “Andrew,” said Charles,

The people of the world could be divided into two groups: those who used all of their chances, and those who stood still through opportunity after opportunity, waiting for a moment that would never be perfect.