From Jodi Picoult, one of the most powerful writers in contemporary fiction, comes a riveting, timely, heartbreaking, and terrifying novel of families in anguish—and friendships ripped apart by inconceivable violence. Until the phone calls came at 3:00 a.m. on a November morning, the Golds and... read more
Emily Gold and Chris Harte were destined to be together. Their parents were best friends since their mothers were pregnant and they were inseperable as children. When Emily Gold turns up dead of a gunshot wound to the head with Chris Harte passed out next to her bloody body, finger prints on... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“Do you know... what it's like to love someone so much, that you can't see yourself without picturing her? Or what it's like to touch someone, and feel like you've come home?”Christopher Harte
“What could it be like to find out, in a matter of minutes, that the kid you believed the sun rose and set on was not the person you'd thought?”Christopher Harte
“Some people spend their whole lives looking for that one person... I was lucky enough to have her all along.”Christopher Harte
“I can see myself now... And I can see what I want to be, ten years from now. But I don't understand how I'm going to get from here to there.”Emily Gold
“Do you know what it's like to give your whole self to a person, and your whole heart to boot, until you've got nothing left to give - and then realize that it still isn't what they need?”Michael Gold
“My whole life was about her... What if her life wasn't all about me?”Christopher Harte
And that’s what I think love is,” Chris said quietly. “When your hindsight’s twenty-twenty, and you still wouldn’t change a thing.”Highlighted by 303 Kindle customers
When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how fucked up; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces.Highlighted by 292 Kindle customers
And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. —KAHLIL GIBRAN The ProphetHighlighted by 238 Kindle customers
“Do you know what it’s like to give your whole self to a person, and your whole heart to boot, until you’ve got nothing left to give—and then realize that it still isn’t what they need?”Highlighted by 235 Kindle customers
“Do you know,” Chris said softly, “what it’s like to love someone so much, that you can’t see yourself without picturing her? Or what it’s like to touch someone, and feel like you’ve come home?”Highlighted by 183 Kindle customers
Oscar Wilde said that the pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple. Truth, you see, is in the eye of the beholder.Highlighted by 166 Kindle customers
BEING A MOTHER GIVES YOU a singular sort of vision, a prism through which you can see your child with many different faces all at once. It is the reason you can watch him shatter a ceramic lamp, and still remember him as an angel. Or hold him as he cries, but imagine his smile. Or watch him walk toward you, the size of a man, and see the dimpled skin of an infant.Highlighted by 155 Kindle customers
That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies; That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright; But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight. —ALFRED, LORD TENNYSONHighlighted by 85 Kindle customers
cirousel where they were sitting. Some alcohol was found too, a bottle of Canadian Club. One bullet had been fired, one was still in the revolver; ballistics matched the bullet with the gun, and we don’t have the fingerprints back yet.” She blotted her lips with a napkin. “When I interviewed the boy—”Highlighted by 33 Kindle customers
And, after all, what is a lie? ’Tis but The truth in masquerade. —LORD BYRON Don Juan There is no refuge from confession but suicide; and suicide is confession. —DANIEL WEBSTERHighlighted by 25 Kindle customers
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