What do you think?
Rate this book
Paperback
First published May 14, 2009
"Time's up, Grace. Are you in or out?"
Despite their difference, because of their differences, they were a perfect mismatched set. Two sides of the same tarnished penny.
we’re broken. It's like we have all these jagged edges that scare other people off, but when we're with each other, our jagged edges fit together and we're almost whole.
people say that they love each other, but what does it mean? That you can't live without someone? Because you can - you won't die if they're not there, even if you feel like you might for a while and--
“We're broken. It's like we have all these jagged edges that scare other people off, but when we're with each other, our jagged edges fit together and we're almost whole.”
This thing with Vaughn wasn't built to last, but while it did, Grace felt as if it was giving her the potential to change; to be the Grace she wanted to be or at least, more like the Grace she wanted to be. It wasn't just the outside stuff, the spa-ing and the pretty clothes and the posh weekend breaks. It was being with a man like Vaughn who'd obviously seen something in her that she still couldn't see in herself. If she took her cues from Vaughn, let him guide her, got used to being in his world, then it would all rub off on her. She'd have that glossy patina that the posh girls, the successful girls, the sophisticated girls had that was nothing to do with how shiny their hair was but came from walking in a world which was always good to them.
Grace stared at him for as long as it took until he turned away from the snowy vista and met her eyes. "I fucking hate you," she enunciated slowly and clearly.
Vaughn shrugged and his lips quirked maybe a half of a millimetre upwards. "I know," he said, sounding not the least bit surprised.
"We're a good team, though neither of us is particularly house-trained, are we?"
She knew exactly what he meant. Despite their differences, because of their differences, they were a perfect mismatched set. Two sides of the same tarnished penny. An out-of-step Fred and Ginger. Vaugn was just as fucked up as she was--he was just so much better at hiding it.
I just feel like, like ... I'm just not good enough, not ever. I'm not worth anything. And sometimes I feel it so much, like there's this big hole inside me and I don't know how to fix it so I go and buy all this stuff because if I have these pretty, expensive things then it must mean that I'm worth something. But when I get them home, I realise it's not going to work and I can't bring myself to look at them and then I feel even worse and it's just this never-ending loop that I can't break.
"We're broken. It's like we have all these jagged edges that scare other people off, but when we're with each other, our jagged edges fit together and we're almost whole."
I just want you to know that I’m very glad that we found each other.’ Grace liked how he’d phrased it. Because they had both been alone and a little bit broken. Then they’d bumped into each other and something had finally stuck. ‘Me too,’ she said, and her eyelids were drooping now and she was fighting not to fall asleep because she had one last thing she wanted to say. ‘Don’t know about you, but I was so sick of feeling lost.
She knew exactly what he meant. Despite their differences, because of their differences, they were a perfect mismatched set. Two sides of the same tarnished penny. An out-of-step Fred and Ginger. Vaughn was just as fucked up as she was - he was just so much better at hiding it.