Everything about this vacation was a cliché. I was a cliché, invited by my new rich friend to spend the summer with her. The location of her parent's Italian holiday home was a cliché. Her intimidatingly cool childhood friends who accompanied us were a cliché. My unrequited crush was a definite cliché.…
It's their last year of high school. Helen is convinced that her year will be perfect with her perfect grades, her perfect boyfriend, and the perfect plan for her future. Sofia, on the other side, has decided to live only for today. When they get cast as Romeo and Juliet, they need to learn how to get along.CN // Homophobia, Transphobia, death of a parent (prior to the story), mention of suicide ideation and attempt, mention of domestic abuse…
The Day Hannah died, I was happy.Not because she died, of course, but because I got an A on my semester work in English, and my mom took me shopping, and we laughed a lot.Hannah's mother led me up to her room. She told me to take anything I wanted. I didn't want anything. I wanted everything. I didn't want to be reminded of her, but I wanted to remember everything about her. I remember the day we met. I remember the first time she smiled at me. I remembered the day she started playing soccer, so she could train with me. I remember the first time going up the stairs to her room. I remember the day we became friends. I remember the day I almost kissed her.CW // Death, Homophobia, Queerphobia…
Elia is 20 years old and has a smile like Julia Roberts. She comes from a Jewish family and wears a pair of butchy basketball shorts most of the time. Noel is the youngest of three children. His smile is shy and lovely. He is a booklover and paints his nails. And me, you ask? I fell in love with both of them.…
I've always seen only one side of Kriester: I've seen rich boys in school uniforms and girls with Michael Kors purses walking the streets as if they owned them. I've seen them driving their German cars. I've seen them paying a coffee with a fifty-dollar-note. I have only seen the image. I have missed that they had brilliant minds. That they were all little geniuses. Augustus, the noble, can read since he was three years old. You can ask him anything about English literature. Alex, the protector, just began to play his eleventh instrument. His voice is smoky from smoking a pipe.Eliza, the unique, could solve a Rubik's Cube in twelve seconds.Titus, the dignified, won the state science competition with his science team the past five years. Fallon, the superior, loves poetry. And then there was Peter, the rock. He reads a lot, but most of the time he draws. Draws landscapes as well as caricatures. They were all like that: great. The best at something they perfected. They were passionate. And I wasn't sure I would ever be able to be one of them.I was Xenia, the foreigner.…
"In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough, that always gives us great pleasure, and we say the author is a genius." ― Thomas Mann Ellen was best on her own. She wasn't made for society. She had a good life with her mom and her books, but when she moved, her life followed a different path. A story about love, friendship and family.…