Only Penelope Douglas has mastered this, for me, and I should have realized it sooner. You can’t keep looking for sad imitations when what you seek is HOT, dirty hate-to-love foreplay and giving as good as you get until you finally get together. And the only logical answer that I can find has been staring me in the face the whole time: No one does Penelope Douglas like…well…Penelope Douglas. When I’m trying to pick out a book, it’s always ’I really want something JUST like Punk 57, where can I find one?’….and the desperate search continues/ensues. I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but in some ways, this book just always sticks in my mind. It seems crazy to me, but my absolute favorite read this year has been, without a doubt, Punk 57. That being said, my favorite books this year have been YA/NA contemporaries…with a flair for the dramatic (if you can’t tell). I love my daughter, but boy does she zap all that extra time away! I don’t have extra energy to drudge through a massive fantasy (even though I so dearly miss them) or even to delve into my YA sci-fi….it’s just one of those things, guys. It goes without saying that I basically read what I have time for and, frankly, crave this year. I wrote this review a month ago and have no clue where my quotes went. That’s what he wants, right? As long as I keep my guard up, he’ll never know how much he affects me…. Two years and I can tell he still wants me, even if he acts like he’s better than me.īut I won’t be scared away. I was stupid then, but now I’m ready to beat her at her own game… Back when we lived in the same house, she used to cut me down during the day and then leave her door open for me at night.
Two estranged teenagers playing games that push the boundaries between love and war…įor the two years she’s been away at boarding school, there was no word from her. * BingeBooks earns revenue from qualifying purchases as an Amazon Associate as well as from other retail partners.From the New Adult sensation and New York Times bestselling author of Until You Now, when I push, she pushes back.and I'm not sure either one of us will ever be the same.
She left for a year and came back a different girl. Engaging her, challenging her, pushing her-it's the one last part of me that feels anything anymore.īut then she went and screwed everything up. We used to be friends, but I found out that I couldn't trust her-or anyone else. But none of them can hurt me, because I don't care about anything or anyone. Some people hate me for it, while others are scared of me. Traveling between fury and indifference with no stops in between. Have you ever been so angry that hitting things felt good? Or numb to all emotions? The past few years have been like that for me.
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