One of Us Is Next (One of Us Is Lying, #2)

by Karen M. McManus

you can’t change the past, you know? All you can do is try harder next time. So don’t give up on yourself just yet.”

look at the kerning. It’s too even.” “The what?” Bethany asks. “Kerning. The spacing between the individual letter forms,” Sandeep explains. “It’s a typography term.” Bethany rolls her eyes as she gets up and heads back to her desk. “You’re such a nerd.” “It’s not nerdy to care about fonts!” Sandeep calls after her. “Typography is an art form.”

Bwahahaha, it's like a scene right out of my life!

I was okay with the fact that holding a grudge might lose me a friend. But that was when the loss wasn’t a tangible, permanent thing. Now, I can’t stop thinking about how rare it is to have someone you can be completely real with, even when things get raw and uncomfortable and a little scary.

Holding on to resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.