Audrey, Wait! Robin Benway, RazorBill, 313 pages

I had passed by this book so many times, and each one I wanted to reach out and grab it. But I didn’t. Now I want to know what took me so long! If I’d had an inkling of how enjoyable this book was to read I would have grabbed it the first time.

That being said, if you haven’t read it, but have thought about it, DO! NOW!

It was snarky and fun and I enjoyed the dialogue between all of the characters equally. I didn’t think I’d enjoy the main character as much as I did.

There were too many quotes that I liked so I’ve really scaled it down.

"It's funny how bed and pillows and covers can change a conversation. Words turn quiet and you mean more and say less. It's like you can build your own little world, Population: 2."

"If our school ever performed a play about the French Revolution, she could play the guillotine."

When It Happens, Susane Colasanti, Speak, 310 pages

Susane Colasanti has this amazing talent, of taking you right back to high school. Granted it’s been some years for me but I completely related to Sara’s character. She wants something real. And I have this distinct memory from Senior year of knowing how fake everything around me was.

And wanting out.

I loved the scenes between Tobey and Sara, they were sweet and fun, and I wanted more.

Susane added so many real elements to the story and the characters lives outside of high school. And one thing that bugs me about a lot of stories is that once the girl gets the guy or vice versa, that’s it, you don’t usually get more story on them.

This book there’s quite a bit about them afterwards. It was a very nice change.

It’s a great story, you should buy it.

It takes all my strength to push open the door. I go around to Tobey’s side and stand there. The world spins around me. For the first time I can remember, I’m not freezing outside in November. It actually feels warm.

I stare at Tobey. He looks back at me with such an intensity I expect the glass to shatter.

I press my hand against his window. He presses his hand on the other side of mine.

For a while, we stay like that. With our hands pressed together, seperated by glass.

"Tobey puts the CD on. Then he comes over and hugs me. I lean my head on his chest.

'I want to know everything about you,' he whispers."

"I'm sorry.'

'Congratulations.'

'Can you tell me why you're so upset?'

The thing is, Tobey should get this. I mean, he's gotten everything else about me. And I don't want to explain it all. So much of it has to do with jealousy, and I know it's stupid to be mad at him because he had a life before me. But I am anyway. "