But each time I left to return to New York, I was relieved. I'd get off the train at Penn Station, breathe in the smell of urine, popcorn, and dirt, and feel like I was coming home.
But each time I left to return to New York, I was relieved. I'd get off the train at Penn Station, breathe in the smell of urine, popcorn, and dirt, and feel like I was coming home.
It's rare to find a book so beautifully written (though really, given the author, it's not surprising). Don't stop, Jacqueline Woodson.
That nerve ball isn't you. It's just this thing that lives in your head, telling you lies. If you could get rid of it...think of what you could do. Think of what you could be.
Blair pulled on a pair of stretchy black Topshop leggings and a murderously soft black Tse cashmere tunic. Then she began to search for just the right weapon to execute the execution of her former best friend.