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The Space Between

This book delves into the complexities of interpersonal relationships against the backdrop of an expansive universe, intertwining personal stories with cosmic phenomena. more

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Brenna Yovanoff
Brenna Yovanoff

Brenna Yovanoff is an American author known for her horror and young adult novels. Born on October 2, 1979, she graduated from The Ohio State University. Her works often delve into complex human relationships and the supernatural, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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“I was Juliet and Quinn was Romeo, and the lines weren't dead black-and-white words on a page but somehow alive, as natural and real as the argument we'd had about the spider and the fly. The rows of empty seats were gone, and we were in a candlelit ballrooom, wrapped in our own cocoon of words. But the playful banter of our words couldn't mask what we both knew--that after this, nothing would be the same . And then we got to the kissing part, which we'd only read through together and had never really rehearsed. But it didn't matter, because I was still Juliet and Quinn was still Romeo, his gray-green eyes fixed on mine. And when he bent to kiss me, it was Romeo's lips on Juliet's. Even so, Juliet was just as stunned as I would've been. When I said the last line, I was speaking for both of us. You kiss by the book.”

“Do not just sit back and expect things to happen. Do not be passive or wait for a miracle. Do not be complacent with less. Do not be pessimistic about the process. Do not doubt yourself. Use your skills and talents. Aim high and strive to do your best. Pursue excellence and focus on becoming a success.”

“I can't today," I said. "Maybe tomorrow?" "Can't tomorrow," said Quinn. "I have a family thing. I guess we're logistically star-crossed, Juliet." Sometimes Quinn calls me Juliet because of how we had to do that scene together, and whenever he does it's good for another bout of brain paralysis. So all I could manage back was "Oh." "But I'll talk to you later, okay?" he said. I didn't even try to say anything else but just nodded, wondering as I did what would happen next. The steps had largely emptied by then. But before I could do much wondering, Quinn's lips were on mine. And this time it definitely counted.”

“L. hat mir einmal, aber das ist lange her, gesagt, wenn Küsse eine Farbe hätten, müssten sie die Farbe von Himbeeren haben. Sie meinte auch, dass es Erdbeerküsse gebe und solche, die nach Himbeeren schmeckten. Ich konnte darauf nur erwidern, dass jeder Kuss auf ihren Lippen ein klein wenig anders schmecke, aber das sei bei den wilden Himbeeren, die man im Wald pflücke, ja auch so. Und ich fügte hinzu, dass im Mund jede Himbeere die Erinnerung an den Geschmack der davor auslösche, und genauso lasse jeder ihrer Küsse den vorhergehenden vergessen. Küsse aber, denke ich jetzt, lassen sich nicht einfrieren, das unterscheidet sie von Himbeeren.”