When her best guy friend falls victim to a vicious hate crime, sixteen-year-old Cat sets out to discover who in her small town did it. Richly atmospheric, this daring mystery mines the secrets of a tightly knit Southern community and examines the strength of will it takes to go against... read more
When her best guy friend falls victim to a vicious hate crime, sixteen-year-old Cat sets out to discover who in her small town did it. Richly atmospheric, this daring mystery mines the secrets of a tightly knit Southern community and examines the strength of will it takes to go against... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“It was proof that knowledge was power, not being a bully or rich or thinking you were better than everyone.”Cat
“Knowledge was more powerful than fear.”Cat
“Love was stronger than hate.”Cat
I loved everyone who said yes to the world and tried to make it better instead of worse, because so much in the world was ugly—and just about all the ugly parts were due to humans. I counted myself among those pitiful ranks. I didn’t slam meth or get stinking drunk or go off and molest anyone, but that didn’t let me off the hook. I hid in the shadows, but hiding had the power to hurt, too.Highlighted by 12 Kindle customers
“God loves you even on your blackest days, and He will always, always be there to guide you home. All you have to do is look for the light of His love. As long as you remember that one thing, why, then you can cast off the darkness and shine again, can’t you?”Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
It was unfair how the kids who were starving for attention tended to be so annoying that people had no inclination to give it to them.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
He said that grief had the power to transform us, because when our hearts were hurting, we often let God in. We were imperfect, every one of us, but through God’s love, we could be healed.Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
shoved the ugly under the rug. If we didn’t see it, it wasn’t there, right?Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
I wondered if a bit of God’s light was maybe back inside me. If so, it was a dove that might at any moment fly away. But for now, here it was: soft and wondrous in the branches of my soul.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
I guess what I’d decided was that looking only at people’s outsides—what they wore, what they did, how they regarded cows—wasn’t good enough. I needed to think about their insides, too. I needed to remember there was a difference. For a while there, I think I forgot there was one, and so I spent a lot of time comparing my insides to other people’s outsides, which made me feel broken and didn’t get me anywhere.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
The dead tongue spoke to me from the woods, insisting in the horror of the moment that ugly things couldn’t be thrown away so easily. They had to be dragged into the light, or they’d keep growing.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
That was a problem with lying to yourself. Sometimes you got too good at it.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
Now I saw the world through new eyes. I saw people through new eyes, especially. People like me, and people who were completely different from me. Maybe they lived in Black Creek, or maybe they lived in Atlanta, or maybe as far away as New Mexico. As far away as India, even.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
This book is VERY mature in nature; I had to skip some parts. The mature parts are easy to recognize, though. I suggest fourteen or up, depending on what they know. I also REALLY believe you should DEFINITELY flip through it first.
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