No Offense (Little Bridge Island, #2)

by Meg Cabot

She glared at him. “Stranger things have happened in this town, from what I’ve heard.” He wasn’t going to argue, since that was perfectly true. It was Florida, after all.

a reasonable person should always be willing to admit when they’ve made a mistake.

But I love the smell of real books, you know? And the feel of paper, turning the pages over in my hands.

But these are my books. I’ve had some of them since I was kid. They’re like friends, you know? I’ve never gone anywhere without them.

Molly gave him a nonjudgmental smile. She didn’t care what people read, as long as they read something, anything—well, aside from books about how to make bombs or other weapons that hurt people.

All it takes to get someone to love reading is finding them the right book—a book that could even change their life.”

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I never cry . . . except of course at the end of books.”

“You are more Harry Potter than Proust—not precisely difficult to read.”