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307 pages, Hardcover
First published June 28, 2011

I hope you understand.
This is the last day of my before.
The day before it all changes.
Forever.
Art makes us smile,
and on summer days when
there's nothing else to do,
we are Monet and Picasso,
the street our canvas
and chalk our paintbrush
of choice.
I like
the memories
because they remind me
I haven't always been
this girl,
constantly
mad or scared
or confused
I don't like
the memories
because the tears come easily,
and once again I break
my promise
to myself for this day
It's a constant battle.
A war between
remembering and forgetting.
He stares
at the tank
of jellyfish
I stand on the other side
and watch
the pale pink parachutes glide
through the water.
They are
hypnotic
He moves
slowly,
circling the
round tank.
Moving closer
to me.
I realize
I'm not watching
the jellyfish anymore.
I'm watching him watch them.
...........
"Did you see that movie?" He asks.
Many times
when I read a book,
I want to savor
each word,
each phrase,
loving the prose
so much,
I don't want it
to end.
Other times
the story pulls me in,
and I can hardly
read fast enough,
the details flying by,
some of them lost
because all that matters
is making sure
the character
is all right
when it's over.
This day
is like the best
of both kinds
of books.
Amber's life has taken an unexpected turn, and everything is going to change for her in just 24 hours. So, she heads to the central Oregon coast alone, seeking refuge. There, she meets Cade at the Oregon Coast Aquarium shark tank. He's a boy her age facing his own "day before," and the two spend their day on the coast together.
The weatherman said
it's supposed to be nice today.
A sunny day in March,
a rare treat for Oregon.
Next week is spring break.
It'll be raining by then.
On the Oregon coast,
Mo's is the place
for bowls of clam chowder
with paprika sprinkled on top,
and warm bread
with a flaky, golden crust.
For a moment
the air is pretty,
sparkly,
and full of wonder.
But in a breath,
it's over.
He flicks off the light,
leaving us in darkness.
"Was it as thrilling as you though?
"It was over too soon," I whisper.
At first it feels
like all you can do
is what you're
told to do.
But then other options
start to appear.
They creep in,
tap you on the shoulder,
whisper your name.
Because there are always options.
Only skinny people
can get away
with wearing
skinny jeans,
which is why I don't own a pair.
Short-and-stocky jeans
are more my style.