It’s been a while since I’ve cracked open a book so I decided to read one after I had breakfast this morning. I decided to read this

I had to think twice before reading this cause the title was a little tacky for my taste—I bought it cause the back cover was brimming with excellent reviews. One review even said “you should date this book” and after reading it maybe I might just take that offer, at least I’ll be forever happy.

It’s the usual YA novel with the awkward girl, the hot guy, the eccentric group of friends but there were a lot of conflicts and with the girl doubling as the narrator of the story, I went along with her on her journey to find the answer to her ‘but-does-he-like-me?!’ question. Obviously we all know how it ends but it’s always the joy of going through that journey that’s thrilling. This was another read that made me put down the book in order to contain myself. 

It also spoke to me through the banter between the characters.

“And now I’m paranoid… I don’t want to feel this way around him. I want to be normal. I want to be his friend, not another stupid girl holding out for something that will never happen.”

“So what do I wish for? Something I’m not sure I want? Someone I’m not sure I need? Or someone I know I can’t have? 

Screw it. Let the fates decide.

I wish for that thing that is best for me.”

“There are a few things worse than having feelings for someone you shouldn’t, and I don’t like where my thoughts were headed.”

“‘It’s not a matter of how I feel,’ I say at last. ‘I’m interested, but…I don’t know if he’s still interested in me.’”

“Why do I care so much about him and why do I wish I didn’t? How can one person make me confused all of the time?

What is that? Is it lust? Or something else together? And is it even possible for me to feel this way about him without those feelings being reciprocated? He said that he liked me. He did. And even though he was drunk, he wouldn’t have said it if there wasn’t at least some truth to it. Right?

I don’t know.”

“Why is it that the right people never wind up together? Why are people so afraid to leave a relationship, even if they know it’s a bad one?”

“The translator, no matter how true he thinks he’s staying to the text, still brings his own life experiences and opinions to the decisions he makes. Maybe not consciously, but every time a choice is made between one meaning of a words or another, the translator determines which one to use based on what he believes is correct, based on his own personal history with the subject.”

“How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else’s—be pulled and stretched and twisted—before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?”

“‘I don’t know if he loves me. I don’t know if he does, or if he ever did. It’s all so messed up.’”

“‘Haven’t you seen him? He suffers every time he looks at you. I’ve never seen anyone so miserable in my life.”

“Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities…to get together with someone. And we’re both screwed up so many times that we miss our chance.”

“His words are too perfect. It must be a misunderstanding, surely I’m misunderstanding—”