See? Things Are Already Looking Promising.

Hey, A Guy Can Hope. I Mean, It’s Not Impossible That A Car Full Of Scantily Clad Sorority Girls Might Break Down Outside And Need My Help.” “that’s True,” I Said. “maybe I Can Put A Sign Out Front That Says, ‘attention All Girls: Free Help Here.’” “‘attention All Hot Girls,’” He Corrected, Straightening Up. “right,” I Said, Trying Not To Roll My Eyes. “that’s An Important Distinction.” He Pointed At Me With The Pool Stick. “speaking Of Hot, I Like That Uniform.” This Time, I Did Roll My Eyes.

The Nice Thing About A Series Is You Can End On Cliffhangers All The Time. You Can Be Like, 'you Know What? Here We Go, This Person Just Died, End Of Book.' And With The End Of The Series, You're Very Conscious Of All The Plotlines That Were Left Hanging. There's A Balance There To Wrap Those Up But Still Leave It Exciting.

Are You Crazy?" I Asked. He Gave Me The Same Wordless Look He Always Did When I Asked That Question.

She Accused Me Of Wearing Pants From The Salvation Army." "rose, Your Pants Are From The Salvation Army." "that's So Not The Point!

And After A While...i Mean How Do You Choose? Who Gets To Live? Part Of Life Is That...well, Some People Have To Die.