Losing the Field (The Field Party, #4)

by Abbi Glines

not one single time while I was in my little bubble of imagination did I truly believe it would come true. I knew it was just that, a dream. And this was not Disney World. Dreams did not come true. It was high school, and it sucked. Living in my head and my wistful thoughts was fine since I had that firm grasp on reality.

don’t ever depend on a man for anything. You can do it all. If you want one, fine. But don’t ever need one.’ ”

We were all the same inside. Didn’t matter how we looked or who our friends were. We all wanted the same thing. To belong. To be accepted.

This decision to get in a car and smoke weed had been not only stupid but fatal. It had been selfish. I had been selfish.

I really don’t like how preachy this is. ALSO — to throw a car accident where his friend DIES at this point in the book?? Fucking crazy. You could write an entire book about a high schooler dealing with the trauma and guilt and regret following something like this. To throw it in at this point in the story seems lazy. A storyline where tallulah leaves the school upset to find Nash high would have been perfectly fine. He’d carelessly say something hurtful and then laugh about it ( cause he’s high) and she’ll be upset and they won’t talk simply due to a miscommunication (one that was complicated by drug use) then they talk and make up and are back together problem solved. Then you can dive in to Haegans story if you want

I don’t know why you’re pissed at her, but that girl ain’t got a selfish, mean bone in her body.”

Was that what real love was? To take whatever you could get, even if it hurt you daily?

Forgiveness is a choice. It’s taking a chance. It’s making yourself vulnerable. But it’s what you have to do if you want to live a full life. Hiding from it all isn’t living.

Forgetting is harder. It’s letting go of the armor you put in place. It’s opening yourself back up. It’s the only way to truly be happy.