Tell Me Something Quotes

“How am I? Let’s see . . . I’m fantastic. Just casually wading through the wreckage of my past, trying not to drown. Or better yet, I’m fifteen again, stumbling through a haunted house full of memories that claw at my ankles and drag me under. But hey, thanks for asking.”
― Charli Cotner, Tell Me Something

“Because of course he’d get her to blush. The man could flirt with a brick wall and make it question its priorities.”
― Charli Cotner, Tell Me Something

“I peek over to find Grams in the doorway, her piercing eyes taking in the scene. “So . . . are you two planning to come back and eat, or is the bathroom the new venue for dinner?”
― Charli Cotner, Tell Me Something

“I sigh. Damn her. I love her, but her meddling has all the subtlety of a toddler finger-painting on a white couch.”
― Charli Cotner, Tell Me Something

“The treehouse feels like my last thread connecting me to him, and cutting it would be snapping the only lifeline I have left.”
― Charli Cotner, Tell Me Something

“God, I loved him. I didn’t care if we’re only seventeen and no one believed love could feel this certain at our age. For us, it just was. It always had been. We were written into each other’s stories from the start—ever since I had shown up in this same treehouse, spilling my guts about my parents to a boy who didn’t say a word, just sat there and listened. That was Rhett. Always steady, always there.”
― Charli Cotner, Tell Me Something

“She’s my grams—my anchor, the only person left in this world who feels like home. When everything crumbled, she held me together, even when there wasn’t much left to hold.”
― Charli Cotner, Tell Me Something

“At that moment, I knew—Rhett wasn’t just my best friend. He was my person. My Roo.”
― Charli Cotner, Tell Me Something

“My heart stutters. I set Mr. Piggie down and push the window open, inhaling salt, pine, and the ghosts of everything I’ve been avoiding. But my gaze stays fixed on his window—the one that once meant everything.”
― Charli Cotner, Tell Me Something

“And no, she’s not the warm, cookie-baking, afghan-knitting kind of grandmother. She’s been my parents, my anchor, my accomplice. Every ounce of good in me traces back to her.”
― Charli Cotner, Tell Me Something