Adamas Lacrimae

two misfits, one extraordinary love eleanor ...Red hair, wrong clothes. Standing behind him until he turns his head. Lying beside him until he wakes up. Making everyone else seem drabber and flatter and never good enough....Eleanor park ...He knows she'll love a song before he plays it for her. He laughs at her jokes before she ever gets to the punch line. There's a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes her want to keep promises...Park  Those are the sentences on the back of this novel. This novel is written by Rainbow Rowell, by the way. You can visit her website here .  This is a story about a girl named Eleanor Douglas and a boy named Park Sheridan, obviously. Eleanor is a fat American girl, though I don't know how fat. I imagined her just like a fatter version  of Merida from the movie Brave, because, well, she (Eleanor, not Merida) described as "Betty Boop drawn with a heavy hand" and she also had "bright red, on top of ...

it's been june 4th! a couple days ago, exactly on the first day of june, after spending my whole afternoon with him, we came into a serious talk. well, not so serious, but the topic was quite serious. we've been discussing about going home for minutes, but then we started another discussion..a discussion that changed us a few minutes later. we were reviewing how far we've gone, what we've done, where's our position, and what we should do with that. that discussion ended up in a question, whether we have to go forward or backward? we knew we have tried to go backward...and we failed. stupid us, i suppose. we have gone far, we've been leaning on each other for months, and taking those things off ain't an easy thing to do. then we said that. okay, we'll go forward. for a few seconds we were trapped in an uncomfortable silent..then i turned my head and asked, "so..i have a boyfriend now?". he answered hesitantly, "i suppose" nex...

Hello , tell me you know, yeah, you ' ve figured me out. Something gave it away. And it would be such a beautiful moment to see the look on your face to know that I know that you know now. And baby that's a case of my wishful thinking, you know NOTHING. Cause you and I, why, we go carrying on for hours on and we get along much better than you and your boyfriend. Well, all I really want to do is love you a kind much closer than friends used but I still can' t say it after all we've been through. And all I really want from you is to feel me as the feeling inside keeps building and I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me. Well, how long can I go on like this, wishing to kiss you before I rightly explode. And this double life I live isn't healthy for me in fact it makes me nervous. If I get caught I could be risking it all! Well, baby there 's a lot that I miss in case I 'm wrong... All I really want to do is love you A kind much clo...