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262 pages, Hardcover
First published January 5, 2012
"I hoped he'd take his dog and drive down to the ocean. I hoped there was still time. I pictured him sitting on the grey rocks with the waves crashing and spraying white foam. Maybe he'd hear something in the roar of the ocean, feel some limitless power, believe that there's something greater. Something more. Maybe his heaven was at the coast, with a dog's head in his lap, with nothing but water and depth from there to the horizon."
“I leaned against my door, struggling to catch my breath, and though that maybe hell wasn’t a place at all, but a thing. A contagious thing. A thing that could creep up the steps, seep through the crack under my door, grow horns and sprout fire – smelling faintly like sulfur. A thing that could sink its tendrils inside and take root, colouring everything gray and distorting a smile into a sneer. And while I got dressed for the play, I swatted at my back and kept running my hands over my stomach because I could feel it, I swear, I could feel it reaching for me, trying to grab hold.”
“Words can cut, slice, like a razor. The old Delaney would’ve asked permission. The old Delaney with the normal brain scan. I was someone else.”
“First day of preschool, some girl dipped my pigtail in blue paint. Traumatic. I become decidedly unfriendly to my classmates”
‘…leaned over and kissed me, a smacking, wet kiss that landed half on my mouth and half on my cheek. I could feel it, wet and getting colder’
‘Troy gripped my upper arm. “Why did you do that?” Then he shook me. “How stupid can you be?”’