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336 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 4, 2017

6 out of 10
"Depression is only as complex as the person who’s defining it."

“But every indefinable thing has a beginning, and the beginning of understanding depression is simply this: You’re never as alone as you think you are.”
The table closest to the door was for the boys soccer team (see: assholes)...that table was reserved for the girls volleyball team (see: skanks in Spanx)...that turf belonged to the cheerleaders (see: blonde brigade), in the one beside it to the drama club (see: future fast food employees of the world)...
"Some people are so touchy."
"I'm not touchy. I just don't give a damn what you think."
..."I'm starting to believe you don't give a damn what anyone thinks."
"I don't."
He turned to me, earnest and eager. “I think it’s the same way with caring. Caring about things, no matter how utterly wasted the effort, is just a way to survive. Everything we do is. It’s like that old saying.”
“What old saying?”
“You’re damned if you do and you’re damned if you don’t.” He shrugged. “Might as well do, I guess.”
~ eARC p. 41
“You want me to go on a date with you? And you’re paying for the pleasure of my company in ice cream?” “This is called hitting rock bottom. A concept not unfamiliar to either of us.”
“I’m rock bottom?” I awwed sweetly, touching the spot above my heart. “That is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“I came up with that gem while you were discarding my opinions. Yes or no?”
I tapped my chin. “Tomorrow night? Nope. Sorry. I’ll be busy doing nothing and hating it.”
~ eARC p. 29
Disconnect was either the best or the worst stage, depending on how you looked at it. It was numbing. It was staring for half an hour at a spot on the ugly wall Karen insisted on painting yellow to make me stupid (see: happy) while the piano from my earbuds spilled into every bone and vein and fiber. Numb. That was what made it the best stage. It didn’t hurt. It was also the worst, because I could feel nothing for only so long.
~ eARC p. 33
“What do you think?” he asked. I couldn’t concentrate with the crooked bow tie beneath his chin.
“You look ridiculous.”
“I think I look like James Bond.”
“Maybe his deranged stepson twice removed.”
“You’re a harsh critic.” He grinned, unbuttoning the tuxedo jacket to reveal his white T-shirt underneath. “I’ll have to remember to never come to you if I need an ego boost.”
~ eARC p. 159
This heartbreaking, humorous novel is about three teens whose lives intersect in ways they never expected.
Reggie Mason is all too familiar with "the Three Stages of Depression." She believes she’s unlocked the secret to keeping herself safe: Nobody can hurt you if you never let them in.
Reggie encounters an unexpected challenge to her misanthropy: a Twizzler-chomping, indie film-making narcissist named Snake. Snake’s presence, while reassuring, is not exactly stable—especially since his ex-girlfriend is seven months pregnant. As Reggie falls for Snake, she must decide whether it’s time to rewrite the rules that have defined her.
"That wouldn't be the worst thing to happen to me today."
"And the worst would be?"
"Waking up."
He looked mildly surprised for a moment, like he didn't know what kind of response I was expecting from him. And then, as if on cue, he erupted with laughter. "I'm starting to think you waking up was the worst thing that happened to me today."
"When you stopped talking to me, I was in the worst place I'd ever been in. I couldn't eat or get out of bed or do anything, really. It was horrible. I thought I wouldn't survive it. But seeing you at the hospital changed something. I realized it wasn't your job to make me better. Only I could do that. And I can. I can survive without you. I can survive without needing you to fix me. And maybe I'll never be completely okay, but I know I'll never be completely broken, either. And that's life, I guess. Survival. That's the tightrope."



Romeo and Juliet meets Rosemary's Baby drama
Hate. Apparently, it was my predominant behavior. I was hating again. But, for once, I wasn't hating him. I was hating the absence of him
"Keep staring and I'll punch you in the jaw," I warned.
"I'm guessing you've never had a boyfriend." He smiled, "Guys stare."
"I've had a boyfriend, thank you. He didn't stare."
"Then he wasted his moments."