251 Quotes by Rachel Hawkins

Scoot, scoot, SCOOT!” I yelled at David. “I AM SCOOTING!” he shouted back. Then.

Then, like I wasn’t thrown enough, Cal leaned down and picked up a potted African violet on the low table next to the sofa and brought it over to me. For a second, I wondered if this was his socially awkward way of trying to give me flowers.

It’s always going to get better someday. Sometime in the future, things won’t be so crazy.

I think I might have seen pride in Dad’s eyes. Or maybe it was just a gleam of Why is my offspring so insane?

He just showed up like a posh vampire I accidentally invited in, then couldn’t make leave.

I’d been harboring this secret fantasy that he was only pretending to like her so that he could publicly dump her in the most embarrassing way possible, preferably on national television.

Somehow, my whole existence had become a really complicated word problem. I’d always sucked at those.

Dad finally stopped in a section of the house that looked like it hadn’t been used since Alice was here. The furniture was covered in heavy drop cloths, and a thick layer of dust and grime coated the portraits on the wall. In front of us was a heavy oak door, and when Dad pushed it open, I half expected someone’s crazy locked-away wife to spring out at us.

The great thing about best friends is that they know you really well. And the terrible thing about best friends is that they know YOU really well.