That's the title of the book I read today after I came home from my horrible tennis lessons(I was horrible, not the tennis lessons), not too long 217 pages. It was a pretty good book, a little sad and a little hopeful. It's one of those books that are deep and emotional and has very quotable things in there. It's by Catherine Ryan Hyde. Umm, yesterday night, I read a book called Almost Home about a group of homeless kids. It's a little sad and completely fucked up when you read about Scabius, learn to hate that sick mofo, if you read the book you'll understand.
So it's summertime and I got AP academy but it's still the time of lazy hot days.