By: Lauren Oliver
Ninety-five days until I'll be cured. Ninety-five days until I won't have to worry. Portland. A place were music is restricted. Were loving someone is a disese. My mother was cursed upon the disese. She had to have the procedure done twice. She was sceduled to have the procedure again. But she ran not wanting to be without love. Then almost to quickly she died. She wasn't murdered or anything she was running and then she died. SUDDENLY. I hope to never be like her.
My Personal Favourite Quote From The Book
A Passage from the Book
"Listen to me I'm not who- I'm not who you think I am." I have to fight to stand. All of a sudden the currents tug and pull at me. it's always seemed this way. The tide goes out a slow drain, comes back in a rush. " What do you mean?" His eyes-shifting gold, amber, an aniaml's eyes-search my face, and without knowing why, I'm scared again. " I was never cured." he says. For a moment i close my eyes and imagine I've misheard him, imagine I'm only confused the slushing of waves for his voice. But when I open my eyes he's still standing there, staring at me, looking guilty and something else- sad, maybe?- and I know I heard correctly...
I did not read you the whole page because then I would of given away a really good part in the book.