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hey guys, i'm back to reading! i was gone for awhile but i'm back now to an extent, and glad to be here!

One day, after Mass ended, an elderly death row inmate who was sitting next to me grabbed the hand o one of the volunteers. He did it before the guards could stop him. I saw the look on her face when that happened. That look said, I will feed you, I will give you some money, and I will come to this prison in the dead of winter and hold Mass for you, but I will not hold your hand.

I thought it might kill her to realize that she was a fool for hoping and was therefore worse off than if she had despaired instead.

I connected them, like an astrologer, and if you squinted your eyes like a Chinese person… Derp.

This is a keeper. Even though she's coming on strong about that boy. She's strangely concerned about it. Otherwise has a good head on her shoulders.

This is so interesting.

Updated my reading challenge to 60 books! It's not much of a challenge right now, so I figured I should change things up. Overambitious? I don't think so. Doing AP literature right now, so I'll add two books a month for schools. Hope I'll get into classics very soon, guys.

OH CRAP. NO.

He presses his lips into her hair and squeezes his eyes shut. “Why can’t you just be the one safe thing in my life?” he whispers.
Janie pulls away and looks up at him.
Smiles sympathetically.
“Because safe equals boring, Cabe.”

“I mean, you said it yourself, I’m not the best influence. I’ve never pretended to be. But what you need to understand is people like me, like Cassie, we find ourselves unintentionally drawn to you because I think deep down, we want you to influence us. Not the other way around.”

It's one of those books.

“Plus, if Cassie doesn’t want to be called Daisy Mae, she needs to wear longer shorts.”
I nod in agreement. “To answer your question, she’s up to no good, that’s what she’s up to,” I answer truthfully.
His features draw taut and he turns to look at me with his face now hardened. Protective. “You know she’s not a good influence.”

I am not in the mood for this crap.

Once standing, Dalton proceeds to stretch broadly and the white v-neck T-shirt clinging to his chest lifts a couple of inches, exposing a small sliver of his muscled stomach. His frayed jeans hang low on his waist, so I also catch a glimpse of the glorious “V” marking his hips as he passes his hands through his longish, shaggy blond hair.

Glorious description dump. This reads like a fanfic.

Promiscuous best friend on the first line of the first page of the first chapter chapter who contrasts the virgin MC's innocence. Check. These books are turning me into more of a feminist than I ever would've been naturally. Good lord.

Do certain events in our lives leave a permanent mark, freezing a piece of us in time, and that becomes a touchstone that we measure the rest of our lives against?

He steps away and kicks the loose leg of a picnic table so it tumbles to one side, then he swings around. “Or maybe I’m a masochist and I like girls who are as annoying as hell! Don’t try to analyze me, Jenna. I am what I am.”

He pauses and draws in a long, shaky breath. “So I know what a monster is, Jenna, and it’s not me, and it’s not you.” His voice is choked.

Aww.