“I hesitated, but when she handed the cigarette to me I took it, and when she lit the match I leaned forward.  I imitated my mother accepting a light from my father and exhaled as she did, ceiling-ward.

Margie held her own cigarette between her teeth like a killer; she was imitating someone, too - maybe the Penguin from Batman.”

“Up until that moment, I’d been at the earliest stage of love, when you feel it will turn you into the person you want to be.  Now, his gentle voice and sage advice took me to a later stage: I felt I needed to pretend to be a better person than I was so he’d keep loving me.  This was hard because it made me hate him.”

This book was a lot better than I thought it would be, yet it wasn’t as good as it could have been.  The writer has an ability to make regular things seem like not a waste of time to be reading. Sophie, the main character was very likable, and realistic.  Also, the story had a real-life aspect that a lot of novels miss completely.

Mostly it was a book about relationships, love and loss.  I liked it while I was reading it, but now I can’t come up with anything that makes it either especially good, or especially bad.