Not all dreams are sweet.
For seventeen-year-old Janie, getting sucked into other people's dreams is getting old. Especially the falling dreams, the naked-but-nobody-notices dreams, and the sex-crazed dreams. Janie's seen enough fantasy booty to last her a lifetime. She can't tell... read more
“Cabel's eyes grow wide. He slips into the backseat of Carrie's car without a word. 'Get me outa here. F***in' creepy cheerleaders.'”Cabel Strumheller
“And there are two ways she can be a fool in love right now. She chooses the harder one. And knocks on the door.”Narrator
“Dreams are not memories, Janie. They're hopes and fears. Indications of other life stresses.”Cabel Strumheller
“Because there is no way on earth she's going to make it in college unless she grows some serious ovaries and turns this train wreck around.”Janie
“Who asked you out?" "Stu. From the body shop." "You mean that old guy?" "He's twenty-two." "You're sixteen! And he looks older than that." "Not up close. He's cute. He has a nice ass." "Maybe he plays Dance Dance Revolution at the arcade.”Janie & Carrie Brandt
“No, No, no, no. Don't even tell me you've been there." "Well, maybe if you stopped sleeping during study hall, I wouldn't have a clue." "Good God! Is nothing sacred? Sheesh.”Cabel & Janie
“And his Jimmy doesn't get near me without a raincoat, yadamean? Ain't nothin' getting through my fortress.”Carrie
“Dreams are not memories, Janie. They’re hopes and fears. Indications of other life stresses. I thought you of all people would know the difference.”Cabel Strumheller
“Dreams are not memories, Janie. They’re hopes and fears. Indications of other life stresses.Highlighted by 23 Kindle customers
Because there’s no way on earth she’s going to make it through college unless she grows some serious ovaries and turns this train wreck around.Highlighted by 21 Kindle customers
She’s a dare girl. That way, nobody gets inside. She can’t afford to let anyone inside. They might find out about her secret.Highlighted by 20 Kindle customers
That was the Goth stage, where I decided I’d never get the girl of my dreams because of my scars. Not to mention the hairstyle. (pause) But then she slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a boy, it means she likes him.Highlighted by 19 Kindle customers
And he’s touching her shoulders. Wrapping his arms around her. Stroking her hair. Whispering, his lips to her ear. “He’s not here. It’s just a dream. That never happened.Highlighted by 16 Kindle customers
She is cursed for life. She will never have a boyfriend. Much less get married. Hell, she’ll never be able to sleep with anybody.Highlighted by 14 Kindle customers
Now she writes. From a green chair. Overlooking the Superstition Mountains. Sometimes she wears a cowboy hat. She’s not really a cowboy. She just likes hats.Highlighted by 12 Kindle customers
She falls into a hard sleep until late afternoon. Decides sleepovers are not for her. They’ll never be for her.Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
“Come on, Cabel,” Carrie says. “Let me give you a ride, at least. Unless you want Shay to—hey, here she comes now.” Carrie titters, her eyes dancing. Cabel’s eyes grow wide. He slips into the backseat of Carrie’s car without a word. “Get me outa here. Fuckin’ creepy cheerleaders.”Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
She waves frantically to him, and he can’t see her. She slips under the water slowly. Under the water, she sees others like her. Babies, children, teens, adults. All of them floating just under the surface of the water, no one able to help.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
Followed by Fade.
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