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200 pages, Paperback
First published February 15, 2008
[“He looks at me the way everybody looks at me.” I let my head drop back against the tree trunk and stared up at the Colorado sky. “I’m a god.”]
[Wasn’t sure why. All the girls on campus wanted me. Lots of the guys too. Even Walker, if you could believe Sam. I could fuck anyone I wanted, really. Who wouldn’t want to be me?]
[As I walked out of the building, I thought about the lady in the poem. She was happy and free and fun; then the fucking duke kills her, and all that’s left is her portrait. The only time she gets to smile is when he pulls back the curtain, and she’s forced to smile at him.
I didn’t get that A because I was inspired. I got that A because Walker had taught me exactly how she felt. - (Joel was referring to Robert Browning's My Last Duchess poem)]
[Fucking Walker.
I pushed forward, determined to force a few more laps out of my tired legs.
This was my life now. I’d work hard. I’d find a way to make it my own. Hopefully, by the grace of God, no one would take it from me. My jaw clenched, and I ran harder, ran away from the truth I knew was chasing me.]
["Do you have any idea what you do to me? It fucking hurts to look at you, Walker. I lay eyes on you, and there’s rage and fear and knee-buckling lust. I couldn’t even run away tonight! I had to run to you!”]
[“You are my lover.”
“No, Walker! Lovers love each other, you sick bastard!” The shaking spread to my whole body.
“You take my will, my emotions, away from me and expect me to…” I stared down at my wrist. “I don’t even know who I am anymore. I should at least have that, shouldn’t I? If I don’t, then what’s the point?”]
["You got off on people getting off on you.” I nodded.
“What turned you on most was your own body.” Again I nodded. God, it hurt to hear him say it. He might not have been bothered by it, but to have my attitude—my own self-absorption—spelled out so clearly was a harsh mirror to face.]
[“You’re crazy,” I whispered. (Joel)
“For you,” he whispered back. (Walker)
My fingers raked over his skin. “Obsessed.” (Joel)
“Devoted.” (Walker)]
[Walker carefully laid himself on top of me. “I want you. Every life. That’ll never change.”]
[“Seeing you cry would be like a preview. Couldn’t stand that.”
I tilted my head to the side. “A preview of what?”
Again he looked at me as if I should have known. “Of hell.”]
[My eyes rounded. “That’s how you’re defining right and wrong? By what makes me happy?” Pride lit his face as he nodded.
Oh Jesus. “Walker, you can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I shouldn’t be the center of your life!”
His voice was gentle, a little confused. “But you are.” ]
[“You’re crazy. And vicious when there’s no one around to rein you in.” My hand slid down my shin, curved around my ankle. “But in a bizarre way, you’re also innocent. Cute. Even sweet when you’ve got it in your head that you’ll do anything for me. You’re changing, learning, and that’s good.” I lifted my head. “Very good.”]
Joel's best friend April was talking to him about the Original sin, self curse and redemption:-
[“April,” I began carefully, not knowing whether I was right, “do you believe that God curses people?”
She closed my notebook and set it on the table beside her. “Nope,” she said, as if this were any other conversation. “I think God’s too cool for that. Why do you ask?”
Because, despite what I’d said to Walker, I had my own set of doubts. “You don’t think God would curse a man and his entire bloodline? What about original sin?”
“I don’t believe in a vengeful, grudge-holding God. I do believe that sometimes a person can do something so horrible that they curse themselves, though.”
My brow furrowed. “Curse themselves?”
“Sure. Look at original sin. We broke the rules. We ate the fruit. We got ourselves booted out of paradise. Some of the things we do put a mark right on our soul, and it’s not always so easy to get rid of it.” She rested her elbows on her knees. “But God’s been giving us ways to clean it off from the moment we got ourselves cast out, going so far as to sacrifice his own son. Because he loves us. That’s the God I believe in.”]



