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336 pages, Paperback
First published February 26, 2013
“Well I'm not going to hope that you get hurt, but if you do, remember that you're my damsel in distress, and no one is allowed to carry you."
"I don't remember signing a contract."
"All the more reason to promise me now."
"What if you're not around when I get hurt?"
"Send word, I`ll come running."
"How big an injury does it have to be? Because sometimes I do this thing when I stand up too quickly and my ankle kind of twists a little---"
"Sounds serious. You don't want to put any weight on that. I`d better carry you the next time that happens."
"What if I skin my knee?"
"I`ll carry you."
"Charley horse?"
"I`ll carry you."
"Chipped toenail?"
"Not worth taking a risk. I`ll carry you.”
I grin at him [...] I have to admit -- he's funnier and smarter than I've given him credit for.”
“Isabella: "Why are you being so mean to me?"
Harry: "Because i love you"
Isabella: "Does that ever work?"
Harry: "On my mother it does."
Isabella: "I'm not your mother."
Harry: "I know that already, because I'm enjoying your company.”
I haven't flown much on my own - okay, the truth is I've never flown at all - and I get a little thrill looking out the window when we take off and land and smiling mysteriously at the middle-aged man sitting next to me. I wonder if he thinks I'm cute and is glad he's sitting next to me and not someone old and fat. We don't ever talk, other than "excuse me" when our elbows bump, so I never find out.
Of course, it's possible she leads a much more exciting personal life than we're aware of, but after spending today with her, I kind of doubt it.
Which makes me feel tender toward her. Poor Aunt Amelia. Stuck in this small, plain apartment, sewing costumes for other people to wear all day long. (Emphasis mine)
I feel funny, though: I'm not one of them. But I'm sort of one of them. But I'm not one of them.
Like that.