More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
replaced by a tacky clothing store with mannequins dressed in jeans so low you
could’ve seen their pubes if they had any.
Beetlejuice
Labyrinth.
Spice World?”
I can’t even watch TRL because she had a crush on Carson Daly.
jelly jar with Winnie the Pooh on it
Bought another copy of Nirvana Unplugged because I lost mine.”
a NSYNC t-shirt
red gel pen.
Go-Gurts
Dawson’s Creek.
I snuck the phone from the cradle and went to the bathroom. I called Josh, surprising myself when I remembered the number without looking it up.
“Bubble gum, bubble gum, in a dish. How many pieces do I wish?” I chanted, tapping each tape as I said the words.
A horn beeped outside, two short, one long.
The 90s way of texting when you got to someone’s house
“But they have a Barnes and Noble,” I said. “We have Walden Books!” “And Walden Books has ten shelves, where Barnes and Noble has two stories and a cafe.”
Sugar Ray
The Matrix
“The Slumber Party Massacre series gained notoriety because women wrote and directed all the films.”
“Black men wrote and directed Across the Street and its first two sequels,” I said. “And they have a black final girl. The only franchise that can make that claim.” I wasn’t a hundred percent sure about the last part, but knowing Hollywood, I figured the odds were in my favor.
“Some day, when our kids are in school, do you think they’ll have a nineties dress up day?”
Lol… yes.
He rested his hands on the closet’s accordion doors. “What would they even wear?” He asked. “We dress totally normal.”
I took a deep breath. “Can I call my mom? I have a calling card.”
purple Teletubby doll
her. Her voice recorder was next to the phone. She took the tape out and replaced it with a fresh one from her drawer. She pressed record and shoved the recorder and the tape case into her pocket.
Hard Candy manicure,
TASTES LIKE CANDY
Shoutout to Ivy’s other book!
I made a mental note to see The Blair Witch Project on its opening weekend.
Two less compelling trailers followed. One was for a teen sex comedy called American Pie. It seemed right up Josh’s alley. The other was some action mess called Wild Wild West. Boring.
Amelia squeezed her eyes shut and prayed. “How many people have prescriptions for OxyContin?” She asked. “Oh,” he said, chirping in surprise. “Not many. Doctors around here usually prescribe fentanyl.” John went silent as he shuffled through his papers. “OxyContin is newer. There are only three prescriptions for it in our records, all from the same doctor. Pharma reps probably got to him.”
“It’s not heavy. You’re going to shove it into the wrong wall. Pivot left. Pivot!” “Okay Ross,” Josh snorted.
