If He'd Been Any Other Boy, And

Even If You Do Make Tons Of New Friends,” I Told Him, “try Not To Forget Where You Came From, Okay?

You Can Never Be Sure Of Anyone Until You're Close Enough To See Them Clearly.

You Can't Make Any One Person Your World. The Trick Is To Take What Each Can Give You And Build A World From It.

I Mean, To Me, Freaking Out Is Different. More Of A Running Away, Not Telling Anyone What's Wrong, Slowly Simmering Until You Burst Kind Of Thing.

It Was A Basic Plot In Any Number Of Her Books: Girl Strikes Out, Makes Good, Finds Love, Gets Revenge. In That Order. The Making Good And Striking Out Part I Liked. The Rest Would Just Be Bonus.