Massachusetts has no idea what’s coming for them. I bet you’ll be the first Mae West they’ve ever had.
Ruta SepetysMy biggest fear was that the old Charlie was in there somewhere trying to communicate, but a synaptic disconnect made his behavior erratic.
Ruta SepetysSome things just won’t go away, no matter how hard you scrub.
Ruta SepetysI leapt eagerly into books. The characters’ lives were so much more interesting than the lonely heartbeat of my own.
Ruta SepetysThe lie came out so easily it frightened me. I used to feel sick to my stomach when I heard Mother tell a lie. How can you do it? How do you live with yourself? I used to wonder. But here I was, lying to Miss Paulsen and smiling while doing it.
Ruta SepetysIt went on. Each lie I told required another to thicken the paste over the previous. It was useless, like when I learned to crochet and made a long string of loops. Being useless builds character, Miss Paulsen had said. Perhaps she was home now, drinking a weak Earl Grey from last night’s tea bag, massaging her taffied scalp.
Ruta SepetysIf I poured all the lies I had told into the Mississippi, the river would rise and flood the city.
Ruta SepetysWillie appeared completely calm about the news of Mother. She always said she could make tea in a tornado.
Ruta SepetysTragedy was a big social event, and everyone wanted in on it.
Ruta SepetysThis town will eat you up if you’re not careful. But I won’t be here forever.
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