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386 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 18, 2014



She was a fidgeter; he’d noticed it before. She leaned her chin on her fist as she read, which led to leaning her mouth on her fist, which led to biting her knuckles, which led to tugging on her lower lip, which led to— her heart-shaped face flushed crimson when she caught him watching her.Nonetheless, when they do it, they do it properly. And yay to the absence of purple prose!

She drew in a deep breath and steadied like a raw recruit given a few encouraging words and a clap on the back. “I believe in my sister.”
He was going to win his bet with his mother. He looked away. “Talk to your sister. She’s apologizing because when she looks at you, she sees her guilt that she’s forcing you into marriage. And when you look at her, you see your father’s disappointment. I don’t care whether he would have been disappointed. He would have been wrong.” He couldn’t turn his gaze back to Mrs. Sparks’s face. When he looked at her, he was supposed to see his chance to show his mother the truth of himself. He wasn’t supposed to see her.
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility;
Do more bewitch me, than when art
Is too precise in every part.
It wasn’t his leg that kept him from feeling like a whole man, he realized. It was something far deeper, a lack within himself. He had never wanted anything with such a bone-deep conviction. Sometimes, it seemed, he could go all day without wanting anything at all.

