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321 pages, Hardcover
First published February 25, 2014
“I never understood life could be so dramatically sectioned, but it can. And is. There is only after. And before.�
“Once I’m behind two closed doors, I curl into a ball and suck in the familiar smell of the closet carpet. When I can’t make myself smaller, I cry and pound my fist on the floor. There’s an art to crying without a sound, and I’m a master.�
�...his face is not expressionless the way I once thought. That slight twitch of lips, a little half grin, says more than Heather does in a week. But the full-teeth smile, the one I saw today at his house, is like a work of Tolstoy.�
“Something is hiding in my childhood. Something off.�
“If a heart can smile, mine does.
“Bodee, thanks,� I say, though I know he doesn’t need it. “I’m sorry you lost her.�
“At least I found you,� he says.�
For the first time in eighty-one days I am not tired from a restless, dream-filled night. But I have to wonder: ten years from now, will I still measure time by the number of days since it happened?
Now there are tears in my eyes. “I’ll make you a promise, Bodee. Long as you’re with my family, you won’t run out of Kool-Aid.�
He blinks up at me. “And I promise you, I’ll stop ɳDZ𱹱’s hurting you.
Me: a girl who was raped. Him: a boy whose dad killed his mom.
Us: a girl and boy who survive.
If only I could make the outside hurt more than the inside.
A wad of crime scene tape, meant for the trash. Left behind.
My mind wraps the same yellow tape around the pool in our backyard.
What if I had called the police? What if everyone knew a crime had been committed? Everything would be different. Everything is different-even without the yellow tape.
Once I’m behind two closed doors, I curl into a ball and suck in the familiar smell of the closet carpet. When I can’t make myself smaller, I cry and pound my fist on the floor. There’s an art to crying without a sound, and I’m a master.
Something is hiding in my childhood. Something off.
The rape has devastated places in me that even Bodee’s magic can’t fix. If he were to put his heart in my hand, he might never find it again. And I’m not cruel enough to let him break while he tries to heal the impossible.
”She’ll take Collie back, so�.be careful.�
“Thanks, Lex, but my sights aren’t on Heather.�
“You have sights?�
“Every guy with a heartbeat has sights,� he says.
“Who’s in yours?� My heartbeat betrays my calm voice, and this close, I know Bodee can feel it spike.
“Well, now�-he flashes me the coy grin that I love and rarely see-“you have your secrets, and I have mine.�
”Alexi…I know…I don’t know you well enough to ask, but�.could you, I mean, would you maybe…help me with something on the way to your house?�
The starts and stops, the painstaking precision of words, and the sheer length of time it takes him to ask make it clear that this boy never asks anyone for help.
Bring out the dull knitting needles, stabbing my heart, again.
If a heart can smile, mine does.
“Bodee, thanks,� I say, though I know he doesn’t need it. “I’m sorry you lost her.�
“At least I found you,� he says.
Bodee Lennox is never really anything. I’ll bet most kids in our class didn’t know his name before the murder. And yet his face is not expressionless the way I once thought. That slight twitch of lips, a little half grin, says more than Heather does in a week. But the full-teeth smile, the one I saw today at his house, is like a work of Tolstoy.
Faking normal is a skill I learned seventy-seven days ago, but tonight it’s going to require everything I have.
I never understood life could be so dramatically sectioned, but it can. And is. There is only after. And before.
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“Right now we're both yard sales of emotions. A penny for pain. A dime for bitterness. A quarter for grief. A dollar for silence. It binds us together, but I don't want him to pay the price for the parts of me that are used and broken.�
“He's opening a door, but he already knows I won't walk through. The power of Bodee is in the way he reads me, sees through me, and then understands the truth behind the facade. He's the guy who can walk straight through the House of Mirrors on the first try. It's almost annoying. No one should ride tragedy like a pro surfer while I drown.�
“Every song deserves lyrics. Deserves a story to tell.�
“And more than that, Bodee left me with hope. For love. For wanting someone to touch me again and to lie with me without fear as my first response. Because Bodee slept in his sneakers, because Bodee asked for a kiss instead of just taking it, and because he kept space between us. He danced with two fingers until I asked for three or four... and his hand on my hip.
I know we're both still broken. Both of us. But Bodee's got the glue to make us whole.
He is love.� “Bravery comes one day at a time.�
That’s a forever change. I never understood how life could be so dramatically sectioned, but it can. And is. There is only after. And before.
–quote taken from my eARC of Faking Normal at 2%
“But that’s too close. Too soon. Right now we’re both yard sales of emotions. A penny for pain. A dime for bitterness. A quarter for grief. A dollar for silence. It binds us together, but I don’t want him to pay the price for the parts of me that are used and broken. And that’s what the dance would be.�
–quote taken from my eARC of Faking Normal at 24%
“The power of Bodee is in the way he reads me, sees through me, and then understands the truth behind the facade. He’s the guy who can walk straight through the House of Mirrors on the first try. It’s almost annoying. No one should ride tragedy like a pro surfer while I drown.�
–quote taken from my eARC of Faking Normal at 29%
“Because Bodee slept in his sneakers, because Bodee asked for a kiss instead of just taking it, and because he kept space between us. And he danced with two fingers until I asked for three or four� and his hand on my hip.
I know we’re still broken. Both of us. But Bodee’s got the glue to make us whole.
He is love.�
–quote taken from my eARC of Faking Normal at 93%
“I didn’t see you much today,� I say to Bodee as he climbs into the Malibu next to me.
“I saw you.�
–quote taken from my eARC of Faking Normal at 53%
“I’m fresh out of happy�