Playing for Keeps Quotes

“They made her want to work harder, do as Rosaline had asked, chase that feeling she’d gotten when Rosaline told her she begged pretty.”
― Alexandria Bellefleur, Playing for Keeps: A Novel

“looked . . . well, she looked beautiful, but that was nothing new. Rosaline always looked beautiful. She looked beautiful all dressed up and she looked beautiful in the morning with bed head.”
― Alexandria Bellefleur, Playing for Keeps: A Novel

“my goalposts are constantly moving. Nothing I do is ever good enough and I’m really tired of feeling that way.”
― Alexandria Bellefleur, Playing for Keeps: A Novel

“Still pinching herself that Rosaline wanted to be with her. Because things like this? Things like this didn’t happen to Poppy. Poppy survived on scraps of affection. She made meals out of breadcrumbs. Anything more seemed too good to be true.”
― Alexandria Bellefleur, Playing for Keeps: A Novel

“Poppy made mistakes. God knew she did. Sometimes it felt like all she did was make mistake after mistake after mistake, but she was trying, and—it’s not like she wanted to fuck up.”
― Alexandria Bellefleur, Playing for Keeps: A Novel

“vexing.”
― Alexandria Bellefleur, Playing for Keeps: A Novel

“Bars aren’t really my scene,” she said, perching on the arm of the couch. “I figured,” Rosaline said, voice free of judgment, but also absent of condescension. Like she was just stating a fact. The grass was green, and Poppy didn’t frequent bars.”
― Alexandria Bellefleur, Playing for Keeps: A Novel

“Pretty could mean everything from the straightest of flattery to that dress would look better on my floor.”
― Alexandria Bellefleur, Playing for Keeps: A Novel

“She was Poppy Peterson, damn it. She might not be the best or the brightest, but knock her down nine times and she’d—eventually—stand up ten.”
― Alexandria Bellefleur, Playing for Keeps: A Novel

“Poppy.” A tiny thrill shot through her at the way her name sounded when Rosaline said it in that trademark Lauren Bacall–style rasp,”
― Alexandria Bellefleur, Playing for Keeps: A Novel

“But I know what I like when I see it.” Rosaline’s eyes raked down the length of Poppy’s body. “Something we have in common.”
― Alexandria Bellefleur, Playing for Keeps: A Novel

“This is her. I mean, she.” Cash snickered and Poppy flipped him off. She hated talking on the phone, always felt like she was doing it wrong. Like some script existed that everyone else knew except for her.”
― Alexandria Bellefleur, Playing for Keeps: A Novel