Summer at Sea Quotes

“Maybe Graham and I will get married. Maybe we won’t. An eight-day cruise is much too short to make any major life decisions. But an eight-day cruise is an amazing place to start. For now, we just sail into the sunset.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“Very slowly the ship starts to pull away from the island, and the pastel houses become smaller and smaller as we head towards home.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“Graham was willing to spend a week, trapped on a cruise ship with my parents, just to get me alone. That might just be the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“The sounds of Sharknado are still going on in the background, and Graham laughs when somebody on the TV starts screaming. “Mood killer,” I mumble. “Sorry.” He kisses me one more time on the neck. “Let’s get out of here.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“Ugh. And I thought that hooking up with a teenager was bad. Now I go and find myself a racist. You just never can tell with people. I shudder to think of whom I will encounter next. Maybe my mother was right; I could get myself killed hanging around alone on this ship.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“I am Summer Eve Douchewell, school librarian, and I’m about to make a complete fool out of myself. I rather enjoyed being stuck in my little world of not taking any chances.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“I told you, I was taking a walk. You could hear that guy from a mile away.” “Yeah, if a mile away is from behind a potted plant in the corner.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“How many people do you know that have been paralyzed from a trampoline?” “My cousin Morty’s daughter, Deirdre.” “Deirdre is in Cirque Du Soleil, Dad. She broke her leg because she fell from a human chandelier.” True story. Deirdre was in physical therapy for a while, but she’s definitely not paralyzed.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“I pick the Cruise Notes daily activities sheet up off my bed and scan through it. 6:00 p.m. – Hawaiian Shirt Bingo 7:00 p.m. – Women’s Open Mic Comedy Hour 8:00 p.m. – Senior Speed Dating with Stan”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“Sometimes I think I’ve got gym-class-induced post-traumatic stress disorder. GCIPTSD.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“Okay fine, that part was funny. But the actual chest bumping? Not cool. And the whole rest of it was something out of a Stephen King novel. I mean my dad was twerking.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“You can’t go to jail for making out.” Apparently, he’s done some research. “Yeah, well thankfully that’s all we did,” I say in a whisper. I don’t even want to be seen with him right now.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“Thinking it’s his cabin key, I pick it up for safe keeping until he gets back. I flip it over. Windsor High School Student ID I stare at the words.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“This is how life should be. This is the new me. Well, that was a dumb idea.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“Hi Summer, I’m Jackson. From Windsor, Connecticut.” “Cool,” I say, as if I know anything about Windsor, Connecticut. We step up to the bar and Jackson orders us two Red Bull and Vodkas. The bartender studies Jackson’s ID for a long time.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“We’re only a few hours into the cruise, and broccoli-stealing Graham and his stupid sunglass wearing hot dog undies are already distracting me from my goal.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“When Summer is an old lady, she’ll look down at that tattoo and be thankful that she lived her life to the fullest.  Besides, if anybody wants to judge her based solely on a tiny little tattoo, well then, I think we know who the real asshole is.” Graham”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“His eyes are burning a hole in me like I’m that idiotic heroine from Fifty Shades of Grey.  Thoughts of that book are not going to help calm me any.  Literary abomination or not, nobody is totally immune to its devices.”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea

“He’s been in and out of my life for as long as I can remember, never being anything more to me than a celebrity type crush.  Pure fantasy.  Unattainability.  I learned a long time ago to never consider Graham attainable. I’m”
― Beth Labonte, Summer at Sea