“Angela had been grieving Marcos almost as long as she'd known him, and finally, like a rainbow against a bruise-hued cloud, she saw the real Marcos—not as an idea, dream, hope, or possibility—but as he really was. Marcos drew an outline of a person who was generous, wise, and kind, and Angela's longing animated his image with life and color. This two-dimensional Marcos, the one she imagined, was never real.” GriefHeartbreakInfatuationImagined Selves Book:Shark Heart Source: Shark Heart
“Angela wasn't old enough to get a driver's license, buy cigarettes, or vote, but she was the perfect age to worship the first guy who said she was important.” WorshipInfatuation Book:Shark Heart Source: Shark Heart
“After six weeks of being eight, ten, twelve feet away from Rachel in the classroom, Wren was now less than a foot, and everything, everything, was more beautiful, wonderful, and interesting up close.” RomanceInfatuationProximity Book:Shark Heart Source: Shark Heart
“Just the thought of him gave her a feeling she had not experienced she she was a tiny girl who believed in Santa, each hour of December passing through a tunnel of strained, anticipatory patience.” MetaphorInfatuation Book:Shark Heart Source: Shark Heart
“Talking to anyone but him was like trying to speak with a mouthful of molasses, and Angela realized her whole life had been molasses.” MetaphorInfatuation Book:Shark Heart Source: Shark Heart