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The first day I met Bryce Loski, I flipped. Honestly, one look at him and I became a lunatic. It’s his eyes.
Those first years! I thought I would die for wanting to be with him.
My heart stopped. It just stopped beating. And for the first time in my life, I had that feeling.
You know, like the world is moving all around you, all beneath you, all inside you, and you’re floating.
And the only thing keeping you from drifting away is the o...
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they hold you fast while the rest of the world swirls and twirls and ...
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“One’s character is set at an early age, son. The choices you make now will affect you for the rest of your life.”
“Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss….” He turned to me. “But every once in a while you find someone who’s iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.”
I’d spent so many years avoiding Juli Baker that I’d never really looked at her, and now all of a sudden I couldn’t stop.
Why was that? My father was the hardest-working man in the world, and my mother worked for TempService doing secretarial jobs whenever she could. What was all that hard work about if this is where it got you?
He wanted to know about the sycamore tree and seemed to understand exactly what I meant when I told about the whole being greater than the sum of its parts. “It’s that way with people, too,” he said, “only with people it’s sometimes that the whole is less than the sum of the parts.”
What he did to my heart was sheer, inexplicable magic.
And for a time all I could see was her beauty. But then … well, let’s just say I discovered she wasn’t a fraction of the person Renée was.”
“It’s easy to look back and see it, and it’s easy to give the advice, but the sad fact is, most people don’t look beneath the surface until it’s too late.”
At last he turned to me and said, “Get beyond his eyes and his smile and the sheen of his hair—look at what’s really there.”
Maybe it was all how you looked at it. Maybe there were things I saw as ugly that other people thought were beautiful.
Our eyes locked for a minute, and for the first time the blueness of his didn’t freeze up my brain. “I heard you laugh. He made a joke about me being a retard, and you laughed.”
Looking across the table at him, all I got was a strange, detached, neutral feeling. No fireworks, no leftover anger or resurging flutters.
“face the difficulties in life and try my best to hold a mighty heart!”
