The gate creaked open. And then, nothing happened. No lightning, no combustion, no storms. I don´t know what I was expecting, but if I had learned anything about Lena by now, it was to expect the unexpected, and to proceed with caution.
"She punched clean through the glass. I saw it with my own eyes!"
"Then how come she´s not gushing blood?"
"What are you, CSI? She tried to kill us!"
(...)
More like an old man´s niece and a lightning storm. The green-eyed storm that just rolled into town. Hurricane Lena.
Defying Emily Asher was an act of social suicide.
(...)
The girl freeze-out. Today it was negative fifteen.
"How´s the book coming?" I blurted out. Stay and talk to me. That´s what I meant.
He looked surprised, then shrugged. "It´s coming. Still got a lot of work to do." He couldn´t. That´s what he meant.
In first-period English, I discovered my seven-hundred-year.old teacher, whose name really was Mrs. English, had expected us to (...)
..."What do you think a this one?" Link turned up his latest demo track.
"I think it needs some work. Like all your other songs." It was the same thing I said every day, more or less.
"Yeah, well, your face will need some work after I give you a good beatin´." It was the same thing he said every day, more or less.
Butterflies in my stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.
Denne boken leste jeg utallige ganger da jeg var mindre. Jeg leser fort, så det var den perfekte bok før sengetid. Mange gode minner!
Dette er den type bok hvor du blir altfor knyttet til karakterene og du ikke liker slutten fordi den ikke var slik du hadde tenkt deg.
Denne boken er veldig bra! Jeg må bare klage på at den har noen skrivefeil, men de er enkle å se forbi. En veldig velutviklet historie, gleder meg til å lese flere bøker i denne serien!
En veldig bra bok! Fikk meg til å tenke litt på hvordan alle bryr seg over middels om hvordan de ser ut og hva andre synes om dem.
Denne boken hørte ikke helt til de andre tre, og handlingen tar plass i et asiatisk land. Derfor synes jeg den kunne være litt forvirrende til tider, men en god bok uansett.
Thomas Edison´s last words were, "It´s very beautiful over there." I don´t know where there is, but I know it´s somewhere, and I hope it´s beautiful.
We are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.
"Let me ask you a question, Pudge. When you´re old and grey and your grandchildren are sitting on your knee and look up at you and say, ´Grandpappy, who gave you your first blow job? do you really want to have to tell them it was some girl you spent the rest of high school ignoring? No!"
"The thing is that I just don´t find it very interesting," Takumi said matter-of-factly.
Six days later, four Sundays after the last Sunday....
The Colonel laughed. "Hey, look at that. Pudge made a funny!"
"Funny," I said.
"I know. God, I´m a genius."
The Colonel sat down next to me in religion class, sighed and said, "You reek of smoke, Pudge."
"Ask me if I give a shit."