This week I’m featuring quotes from Jen Malone’s Wanderlost.
“Please, Bree?” Elizabeth’s eyes are like saucers now, as wide as an anime character’s. It’s a total put-on, but for just a second I see the under desperation behind it and it throws me.
She needs me. She needs me.
Time for a good ole Aubree-patented truth-stretching. I prop up on my knees, facing backward toward my audience.
When we were lying in his bed, I felt like we opened up to each other, like we made promises, even if we didn’t say them out loud.