June, Reimagined

by Rebekah Crane

“Well, between you and that couch, it’s so vintage nineties in here.”

The book is set in 2003 the nineties wouldn’t have been vintage then 😭

“Did they go without you? Shocking, considering how social you are.”

“This sounds a lot like the time you got a job at Twin Peaks.” “That was a great résumé builder.” June smiled. “You had to threaten to sue the owner to get the job.”

The cold on her face and the wind in her ears were welcome distractions. She tipped her head skyward, arching her back, letting the wind blow over her. Her ears were too fogged with noise to hear the voice in her head that constantly nagged at her, the shame that dripped like a leaky faucet in the back of her mind. It all went quiet. June lifted her arms toward the sky.

“Fuck. We’re stuck.” “Look at you. You’re a poet and you didn’t even know it.” “Seriously?” “What? ‘Fuck’ and ‘stuck’ rhyme.”

“Now is not the time for bad American humor.” Lennox

It felt unfair that no matter how big the life, we all reduce to the same small pile of ash.

“I’ve never danced with a man in a skirt before.” “Kilt.” “Call it what you want. You’re still wearing a skirt.”

“You made us drive all the way to Cleveland so we could wait in line at some shit-ass mall for eight hours, just to see his greasy hair and smell his patchouli BO in person for five seconds. You owe me both kidneys and a liver.”

I’m kinda with Matt on this one Jared Leto gives off charles Manson vibes. Would not be surprised at all if he ran a murder cult instead of a regular cult cult.

“There’s as much value in the word ‘no’ as there is in the word ‘yes.’ Maybe even more, because we, as women, so rarely say no.”

“You broke us, June,” Matt said. “Remember that.”

He’s an asshole and your better off without him baby

“Turns out, saying no sucks,” she said to Eva. “That’s why so many people won’t say it. They’d rather spare themselves the pain than walk through it to something better.”

Sometimes, we get so stuck in who we think we are, we forget to take in our lives from another view. You aren’t a reflection, June, like a flat mirror. You are a three-dimensional person. You’ve just gotten used to seeing only one side of yourself.”

“I’m a mess,” June sighed. “Potentially dead inside. Definitely in need of a therapist.” “Sounds like you’re human. Keep looking.”

Tears pooled in June’s eyes, against her will. She missed Lennox like a drowning person misses air.

“It was not ugly! I loved that dress. It was crushed velvet.” “It crushed your chances at getting laid, that’s for sure.”