Echo è una ragazza traumatizzata. Non riesce a dormire, continuamente tormentata dagli incubi e soprattutto non riesce a ricordare cosa le sia successo. Ha solo quelle grosse cicatrici sui polsi che si preoccupa costantemente di nascondere ,a testimoniare un qualcosa di orrendo di cui però la su...
Finalmente ho potuto leggere qst secondo volm di qsta scrittrice formidabile che mi ha conquistata cn Oltre i Limiti..Beth vive con sua zia, la quale ha adottato Isahiah, il suo migliore amico. I due trascorrono molto tempo insieme a Noah e la sua vita non è facile né tantomeno felice ma le sta b...
4.5 stars. I'm not sure what I was expecting from this very short book. I loved Katie McGarry's book Pushing The Limits so I wanted to like this too. And I wasn't disappointed.It had all the feels and angst and lovey feelings that a long book would have and it didn't feel rushed or like their rel...
I stretch before reaching into my back pocket for my cell.For a second, I wonder if pretty boy from Taco Bell somehow managed to score my number. I dreamed of him—Taco Bell Boy. He stood close to me, looking all arrogant and gorgeous with his mop of sandy-blond hair and light brown eyes. This tim...
The large metal door clicks shut behind me, and the warm Colorado sun kisses the bare skin of my arms. The loading dock reflects me, inside and out: not much to look at and empty. Two girls accepted me, one of the best artists in North America likes my work and whether he ...
Logan’s in love with me. With me. And he knows all my dirty secrets. Not just the slightly-coated-with-dust secrets. The real deep muddy ones. The secrets that are so crusted over that they’re cemented into my soul. He knows all of these things, but he loves me anyhow. “Pe...
There’s a ton of women in here. All shapes. All sizes. Most of them wear a black vest similar to the Reign of Terror, except there’s no skull with flames bursting out of the eye sockets, but a simple patch that reads Terror Gypsies. Olivia sits at the table next to me and ...
Once again in his car he circles a small park east of Tom’s garage. It’s not quite far east enough to hit my area of town, but far enough away from his area that I’m not terrified. Because of the cold, gray day, the park is relatively empty. Empty except for the woman with...
No, I heard it wrong. It’s not possible. The scent of wildflowers fills the air as Haley skims her fingers along my biceps. It’s a tickling touch, pleasurable enough to heat my blood and awaken parts that should remain silent. “I like you,” she says...