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224 pages, Hardcover
First published June 14, 2016
“It’s as if you’re not here.”
Rose felt her throat tighten. “So, where am I?”
“Somewhere else.”
“At the wedding, the Queen is forced to put on iron slippers that have been heated by fire, and dance until she dies. Whose idea was that? Snow-white’s?”
“Never. Snow-white is good.” Still, it worried Clara. What was Snow-white like deep down, where nobody could see?






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“This is what you should do, she told herself. Grab things, exist at the centre of your life, not the edge.”

"It's a funny thing about memories. Why do we remember certain things and forget so much else?"
Rose has changed. She still lives in the same neighborhood with her stepmother and goes to the same high school with the same group of kids, but when she woke up today, something was just a little different than it was before. The dogs who live upstairs are no longer a terror. Her hair and her clothes all feel brand-new. She wants to throw a party—this from a girl who hardly ever spoke to her classmates before. There is no more sadness in her life; she is bursting with happiness.
But something still feels wrong to Rose. Because, until very recently, Rose was an entirely different person—a person who is still there inside her, just beneath the thinnest layer of skin.
Kim let go of the door. "Well, good luck finding the girl, whoever she is."
But I know exactly who she is, the girl thought, as the door closed. It was as clear as day. She's the girl I could've been, if life was fair.
"Well. My father was a drunk," Evelyn said, matter-of-factly.
"And your mother?"
"Pretended he wasn't one. I grew up with lies. They were everywhere, in every corner of every room. It was as if there was a terrible storm outside, sheets of rain, lightning, and my parents kept looking out the window and declaring, "It's a beautiful sunny day!"
"Hey, we got lucky. This Sunday, Ball of Fire is coming to You Must Remember This."
For a second she forgot that Ball of Fire was a screwball comedy; it sounded like a plummeting meteor. "Sunday... I can't, I can't."
He looked really disappointed. "It's only playing that one day."
"I have to sleep--I don't know for how long."
"Really? Can't think of a better excuse?"
"I'm handling it the best I can," she said, "under the circumstances."
"What circumstances?"
"Here." She shoved the money toward him.
"Jeez, Louise, are we having our first fight?"

But I know exactly who she is, the girl thought, as the door closed. It was clear as day. She’s the girl I would’ve been, if life was fair.
There would have been so many just-right names for her—Rose, for instance, which was so simple but contained so much, beauty plus a thorn to protect her.This book was sooo weird. But it is my kind of weird. There's no romance to pull me in but it was refreshing and mind-boggling enough to keep me flipping through the pages and get to the end so I can understand what is happening.
Ms. Pratt herself, dark wavy hair, olive skin, always wearing muted colors like beige and taupe. It had never occurred to Rose before, but now she wondered if Ms. Pratt’s understated style was her way of saying, 'The important thing in this room is you'.If you're not sure if this book is for you, then I suggest watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. If you liked that, then you might enjoy this book as well. I seriously had massive ESoTSM feels while reading. It tackled some topics YA would usually not go into. I had a lot of thinking while reading this book. It was great.
Lynn kept asking if she was absolutely sure about this.Also, I just wanted to say: cheers to books!
Yes, Clara was absolutely sure. Because the woman in the red convertible had actually done it.
She had changed places with herself.
“You tried telling me about your parents, once,” the girl said. But Rose had had her mind on other things. “Could you tell me, again? I’m listening now.”