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I loved my father.
But for the first time in my life, I questioned why. Why did I love this man? I didn’t know.
I stared at him and, for the first time, I felt like I was really seeing him. He didn’t love me. He used the word love like a weapon, as a means of control.
He didn’t love me.
He loved the money I made.
Oh so her father also beat her when she was a child, perfect to be a father and school principal

“We don’t like Jenn having...male friends. If she has a friend in you, it might give her ideas.”
“Oh.I see. You don’t want her to have ideas”
“Yes. Exactly. That’s exactly right.” And then,as though realizing what he’d just said, “Wait. That’s not what I meant”
“I don’t know. I think that’s exactly what you meant. The way I see it, you and Mrs.Sylvester have a lot invested in your daughter not having ideas”

I was heartsick and too stubborn to admit the reason.
I thought about her smile when I’d arrived and her frown when I’d left.I thought about our kiss and why I’d stopped.For the first time in a long time,I second-guessed myself
P.S.Growing up,Jethro was a joker,our father a monster,and Billy was the one we looked up to.He was the one I never wanted to let down No wonder him and Cletus are my favorites

Billy Winston was completely and irrevocably in love with Claire McClure. This information was not widely known, but I knew. I was a people watcher.
He’d been in love with her for years. Years upon years. They would watch each other, always casting cautious yet longing glances when they thought the other wasn’t looking.
the level of hype I have for their book isn't wise

She's 22 with a profitable job, and her father checks her laptop and made a list of men who would be appropriate for her while her mother decides her makeup, what she can wear and eat and makes her job decisions. She even wanted to decide who she had to flirt with. They way she's treated makes me sick. Girl they're using guilt and a lifetime of conditioning to keep you trapped but you have the tools to break free.

Cletus:
- I don’t like to judge people. I love it.
- Of course I loved my neighbor. My momma brought me up right. I just preferred to love my neighbors from afar. I subscribed to long-distance relationships, where speaking and listening didn’t occur with any frequency.
- All my meddling efforts were now focused on my family and their happiness, whether they liked it or not.

I tried my best to pretend unkind words were actually just erroneously expressed compliments, as it just made everything nicer for everybody.

I already hate her clearly controlling, psychologically manipulative and abusive parents and want her to tell them to burn in hell but I'm sure she won't until maybe the end of the book