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144 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 31, 2012
I can see into his soul, and it is beautiful.
I was a prisoner, but the prison library was excellent.
On one table in the corner, I found an e-reader with a note that said, “In case I forgot anything.”
I don’t like to think I can be bought, but if I could, this guy definitely knew the currency. Roses and books—I could survive in these rooms forever.
He was so opposite the way I was, so full of life and energy, and yet, I knew he and I were alike deep down. Deep down, we were both lonely. He was just better at hiding it. (May 23)
It’s intriguing. I’ve always felt like a freak myself. (July 13)
We were the same, motherless, fatherless, both freaks in our own way. We were the same. I was here because I was meant to be. (July 23)
After all, aren’t we both equally strange, equally damaged?
The only difference is, my damage is inside. (December 30)
Leaves. Hundreds, thousands, maybe millions of them, brown and yellow and red and orange, in bright piles on the concrete floor. Some were so high they almost covered the rosebushes. (October 25)