Wayward Son (Simon Snow, #2)

by Rainbow Rowell

All right, so, yes, things haven’t been going so well. And I should have been the one to see it coming. Was Simon supposed to see it coming? He doesn’t see anything coming! He’s taken aback by Tuesdays!

The last time Baz and I held hands in public, some girl with a nose ring took offence. If you can’t trust people with nose rings to be open-minded, who’s left?

“Please don’t choke to death, Bunce. Imagine the humiliation of dying at The Cheesecake Factory.”

“But you wouldn’t want to date me,” she says. “I would never want to date you,” he earnestly replies, “but it’s not because you’re muleheaded. That’s practically my type.”

I hold up my amethyst. “These aren’t the droids you’re looking for!” “These aren’t the droids I’m looking for,” the man says, turning away. “Why was I looking for droids.…”

“Beatrix Potter,”