It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.
Lauren DeStefano
It doesn't matter how much ...
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Tell me about yourself." "Myself?" He looks confused. "Yes," I say, patting the mattress. "You know all there is to know," he says, sitting beside me. "Not true," I say. "Where were you born? What's your favourite season? Anything." "Here. Florida," he says. "I remember a woman in a red dress with curly brown hair. Maybe she was my mother, I'm not sure. And summer. What about you?" The last part is said with a smile. He smiles so infrequently that I consider each one a trophy.
Lauren DeStefano
Life is much different from the days when there were lilies in my mother’s garden, and all my secrets fit into a paper cup.
Lauren DeStefano
When I was 11 or 12, I was really bored with everything on my summer reading list. It was all happy, middle-grade kinds of books. I was getting frustrated, because I liked to read. My mother went to the library and got me a copy of 'The Other Side of Midnight' by Sidney Sheldon. It was my first adult book.
Lauren DeStefano
A party in the orange grove. The pain on Linden's face is immediate. I am unwavering. He has cost me more pain than I will ever be able to repay.
Lauren DeStefano
Humans are the absolute worst thing to happen to this planet.
Lauren DeStefano
