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Bad Blood

Book by Lorna Sage · 24 quotes · The Naturals, Bad Blood, Jennifer Lynn Barnes

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“This was the real thing, boys in the flesh. All the prohibitions, especially the ones that stayed unvoiced, had made boys much more exotic; it was as though we'd never met one. The whole school hummed with excitement and the headmistress's aspect softened with anticipation, for she was about to let the dangerous genie of adolescent sex out of its bottle and tame it. She spoke in veiled, suggestive terms in assembly of freedom and responsibility, and we giggled uneasily - it was all vaguely shocking, like being tickled by a policeman.”

“The sinner I was expecting was guilty of pride, lust and spiritual despair, not merely of sloth and ineptitude. This was the diary of a nobody. So I nearly censored January to June 1933 in the interests of Grandpa's glamour as a Gothic personage. But in truth this is what we should be exposed to - the awful knowledge that when they're not breaking the commandments, the anti-heroes are mending their tobacco pipes and listening to the wireless.”

“All of us had a way of regaining the control that life had taken away from us. For Sloane, it was numbers. For Lia, it was keeping her true self buried beneath layers of lies. Michael intentionally provoked anger instead of waiting for someone else’s fuse to blow. Dean did everything he could to keep his emotions in check. And I use knowing things about people as an excause to keep them from knowing me.”

“Cred că te înșeli și am convingerea că lucrurile pe care nu le-am făcut ne definesc la fel de precis ca lucrurile pe care am ales să le facem. Cred, de asemenea, că nu este o coincidență că ne aflăm într-un anumit moment în fața unei uși, chiar dacă nu o deschidem niciodată. Ușile pe care nu le deschidem sunt la fel de importante ca și cele prin care alegem să pășim. Oamenii sunt tentați să uite și, când vine vremea socotelii, nimeni nu numără ușile rămase închise, ci doar pe cele câteva pe care le-am închis.”

“Like all the girls back then I knew that being too clever was much worse than being too tall. Being five foot three, tongue-tied and blonde I mostly passed muster, except that I was so unskilled in small talk that I sometimes blurted big words (hypocrisy, or pretentiousness), which jumped out of my mouth like the toads of the fairy tale before I knew it. In any case, you could cultivate the wrong sort of silence - the sort that implied brooding self-absorption rather than attentiveness.”