And Then There Were Four

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I knew the university had been the best for a degree in Agriculture but I didn't want to be close to my dad. Part of me was still hurt that he had chosen my step-mother and her godsons over me.

Antoine, whose jeans (speaking of style) are artfully split so as to expose his sports-playing knees. (Don’t ask me which sports he plays. Sports are not my thing, even if sports-playing boys are—and there I am again with the shallow. Sorry.) I knew the university had been the best for a degree in Agriculture but I didn’t want to be close to my dad. Part of me was still hurt that he had chosen my step-mother and her godsons over me. Then a mere 3-4 (very short) chapters later, Caleb is the object of Saralinda’s undying affection (or obsession). Sorry, Antoine. You’re toast. I guess all that French was for nothing??? Tweens display more loyalty to their fave 5 Seconds of Summer bandmember. FFS, Twihards with their Team Edward vs. Team Jacob nonsense are more faithful. He sits on the more hideous of the two couches with his long legs (he is tall and quite skinny) folded before him and his chin resting on one of his hands which are oversized. His skin matches his eyes which are deep brown, you could drown in them or I could. Okay, totally unnecessary confession: I have the tiniest of crushes on Antoine and I even read the Wikipedia entry on Haiti which is where his parents emigrated from. His dark eyes met mine from behind his desk, and as he looked at me, I could see the haunted thoughts that were crossing his mind. “They told you.”Am I his type? (What type am I? I don’t know for sure, I only know what I look like, which is not exactly the same thing. What is a type really? Is it ethnicity or body type or personality or all of these? Or are we each unique individuals so the very idea of type is inherently false? No, that can’t be, because I think Antoine is my type.) There was no point in arguing with her. She was right to an extent. I do need to stop fighting myself on going to see my father. Spending time with him wouldn't be a bad thing. At least then I could have a reason to hate him if he messed up. No, this isn’t a conversation between two boozed up teens outside the school dance fighting over some rando doucebag. It’s the utterings of a FIFTY YEAR OLD. I read this and I legit thought I was reading the script for a Lifetime movie. Actually no, that’s an insult to Lifetime movies. Seriously, does the book truly believe anyone is as stupid as any of these characters?

It isn’t going to be that bad, Ivy. I don’t know why you feel so negative over the situation. You barely know your father and his family. It will be good for you to go. Trust me.” My mother was adamant on me going, and I wasn’t quite sure why. to mark me so long… because you didn’t want to die?!” My thoughts of him not being selfish were slowly diminishing because I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t have Leaders Club? Give me a break. This meeting is a total and complete waste of my time. She confronts me with a small, square palm. I’m Kenyon.Scarlett Malone was a feisty headstrong young she-wolf, blessed by the moon goddess as the first Alpha Female. We have two main POV characters: Saralinda and Caleb. In the beginning, I thought I was going to loathe Caleb so much more because his chapters are written in second person. (Or should I say your chapters are written in second person?) Second person in a thriller...???? Okay, why didn’t anyone tell me this was a choose your own adventure? (Of course, minus the part you get to chose what happens.) Caleb is kind of the bad-boy turned good-guy type—which, I adore that trope—but it’s executed poorly and I never feel any sympathy for him. Actually, Caleb was not even half as bad as Saralinda. She was so obnoxious, the kind of “I poop rainbows and everything is truly magical!” Kind of obnoxious. And she has to mention every other sentence that’s she diabetic. Oh and that she had a club foot, but it is okay because she had surgery. Oh did I mention she’s diabetic? Also this girl has never heard of the comma or anything besides awfully horrible run-on sentences. Maybe because he hasn’t fully grown into his legs and arms yet, there is something goofy about Antoine’s looks, which is part of why I like him despite not knowing him. The thing is that when Antoine smiles, he is all dimples and unmistakable sincerity and in short he is not intimidating even though so tall. It's going to be okay, Ivy." My mother said as she drove towards the airport, “I spoke to your father and he is going to meet you as soon as you get off the plane." My brows furrowed in confusion as I followed her line of sight towards the men she was talking about. They seemed to be arguing with each other, but one of them had a sign with my name on it in their hand and as I read it I realized who they were.

The turret could be my secret home which would be a big victory because once upon a time I couldn’t have climbed its stairs. I am totally in love with this idea until I wonder if I would be lonely. But I don’t know who I would invite to live with me and my books, except it would not be my mother.size of his knot hit its point, and I screamed out coming again, but this time with a sharp pain straight to Well, regardless it's going to be a wonderful year. By the way, my name is Kate." Holding her hand out to me, I hesitated before taking it. She was extraordinarily beautiful in ev ery way possible, and even though she didn‘t find hersell attractive with her massive protruding belly… I did. a very ominous sight to behold, but considering her life of seclusion, I almost expected more. Perhaps dead carcasses and vines seemingly unhinging the

Groaning to myself I watched as a bubbly blonde-haired girl strolled to my section, looking at the seat numbers. “Oh this is me!" She said excitedly, causing me to groan inwardly. Great, I don't even get to sit by myself. However, it didn’t seem like anyone could do anything, and instead, I prayed she had made it to the panic room safely with the children. Sometimes I think I’ve got a fairy godmother who believes that accessibility challenges are educational and fun and so she puts random freaky obstructions—above and beyond ordinary things like no elevator or ramp—between me and wherever I want to go.My parents separated when I was five, and my mom tried so hard to stay around so I was close to my father growing up– but it didn't work. After five years of being too close to my father, my mom upped and moved us clear across the states to Savannah, Georgia. Tense, vivid, lively, and heart-twisting—I could not catch my breath. What a very great pleasure this was to read. -Tamora Pierce, New York Times bestselling author of The Song of the Lioness quartet Letting out a heavy sigh, I leaned over, kissing the side of her head once more. My lips lingered just a moment longer than they needed to before I pulled away and made my way towards the bedroom door. Listen, even though the characters were one-sided and quite boring to read, I hated something even more: the forced romance. I LOVE romance, give me all the people falling in love. Give me the messy relationships. But, all the romance in this book seemed forced and most of it came out of nowhere...??? Also the POV characters made it very clear (and on a few occasions) that they were very straight. Straight. Straight. Which I kind of just accepted the author to be a touch homophobic, but then there was a lesbian relationship that just magically existed.... Lesbians need representation, but please, not like this. That’s good I guess.” I replied, staring out the window, unsure of whether or not I really wanted him to be there. To be honest, I would be surprised if he showed up.