“Madame V begins the lesson by reading aloud the first stanza of a famous French poem: Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville; Quelle est cette langueur Qui penetre mon coeur? Then she looks up and without any warning she calls on me to translate it. I swallow hard, and try: "It's raining in my heart like it's raining in the city. What is this sadness that pierces my heart?" Saying these words out loud, right in front of the whole class, makes me feel like I'm not wearing any clothes.” FeelsTryingFirstsLooksHeartHardWholeReadingCitiesClassSadnessFrontsMy HeartLessonsClothesRainLoudLook UpWarningTranslatePierceReading Aloud Author:Sonya Sones
“Walking with Murphy through the bone-freezing chill toward the bus stop, I start shivering. And somehow, when he slips his arm around me to warm me up, it feels right. Righter than anything ever has.” FeelsArmsWalkingWarmBonesBusSlipsChillFeels RightMurphyFreezingBus Stops Book:What My Mother Doesn't Know Source: What My Mother Doesn't Know
“I know this sounds incredibly lame, but I don't want losing my virginity to feel like I'm losing something. I want it to feel like I'm finding something. I want sex to be amazing. I want it to be life-alteringly wonderful. And I want it to happen with someone I love.” KnowsWantFeelsHappensSexSoundWonderfulFindingsLosingVirginityLame Author:Sonya Sones
