"He put his arm around my shoulder, and it felt like a hug from a punching bag."
"He put his arm around my shoulder, and it felt like a hug from a punching bag."
"There was a tilde of blood on the threadbare white pillowcase."
"Everything smelled as if Binaca had been used to mask an eternal belch."
"The sun was already setting, a cracked orange glow stick."
"With every beat, my heart burrows deeper and deeper into my chest. I wait for it to break through my back, hatch from me like an alien."
"Stalled at the foot of my driveway, a yellow convertible had its top down, like a school bus for pimps."
Today in odd similes.
"His muscles were so defined, he looked stuffed with tubers."
Today in odd similes.
Anna's POV chapters go really slowly, and I groan internally a little whenever I see her name in the chapter heading. She's the most thinly characterized, and I'm really just not interested in her arc.
"The sky is turgid with burgundy clouds, like hell is ascending."
"I was hoping like I hoped—only for a moment—during pregnancy to lose the baby."
"Ever since Lisa and I had seen Pleasantville last summer, I‘d been trying to masturbate. I hated that word. Why did something that supposedly felt good enough to change black and white to Technicolor sound so much like a LEGO kit? I called it avocado."
"I slid off the counter. My blood pressure painted my head with highlighter fluorescence, radial midnight."
"On the back wall, across from the handicapped [stall], there was a poster, a close-up of a grody penis flecked with squinty sores oozing root-beer-colored pus. The caption? STDS DON‘T CARE ABOUT YOUR BOO."
Here are just a sampling of authors that get my #autobuy stamp of approval (top L to R)- Sarah Dessen, Colleen Hoover, Jonathan Tropper, John Green, Jodi Picoult, Matthew Quick, Kristin Hannah, Rainbow Rowell #splashintosummerreads