As scared as I am of entering college, I’m glad high school is over. I’m glad to be leaving my high school, to be exact. Those people were conniving, vile, and repulsive. They will act friendly in front of you, but stick knives on your back once you have turned around. They judge, judge, judge other people but never fully looked at themselves. They use ‘fun-loving’ as an excuse for immaturity; they do not see the thick border in between those words.

I cannot hear him over the rumble of the engine. I cannot smell him over the smell of diesel. I can only hold his hand, I can only look at his face. With the Californian desert as a background, the mauve sky with a sprinkling of stars, I wish it would never end. But it did. And so did we. 

Your name rolled off my tongue,
caressed my neck,
and sailed down
down
down
down
until it grew wings
and flew to the sky. 

Love and Hurricanes

You cannot love a hurricane, 
so fatal, so destructive,
moving on an on,
leaving casualties along the way.

You cannot love a hurricane,
its strong winds will strip your heart
off of its capillaries
and the debris will leave you paralyzed.

You cannot love a hurricane,
So strong and gray,
a force of nature you cannot hold back
and make your own.

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"Maybe I’ll kill you so no one else can have you" or No One Else Can Have You by Kathleen Hale

Small towns are nothing if not friendly. Friendship, Wisconsin (population: 689 688) is no different. Around here, everyone wears a smile. And no one ever locks their doors. Until, that is, high school sweetheart Ruth Fried is found murdered. Strung up like a scarecrow in the middle of a cornfield.

Unfortunately, Friendship’s police are more adept at looking for lost pets than catching killers. So Ruth’s best friend, Kippy Bushman, armed with only her tenacious Midwestern spirit and Ruth’s secret diary (which Ruth’s mother had asked her to read in order to redact any, you know, sex parts), sets out to find the murderer. But in a quiet town like Friendship—where no one is a suspect—anyone could be the killer.

I love a good mystery novel. And No Else Can Have You is just that. I’m afraid I wasn’t a very good ‘detective’ while reading this book, though. I had not guessed who the killer was. And that, I think, is what kept me on the edge of my seat. 

Characters: I wasn’t a big fan of Kippy. She’s likable. Sometimes. When she isn’t being annoying. Anyway, I really liked Davey. Twenty-one-year-old-war-veteran-with-a-missing-finger-Davey. (I think this decision is biased. I love the male species.)

Settings: The setting was creepy which is perfect for the premise of this book. Small town? Corn fields? Check and check. It reminds me of Children of the Corn (which I have not seen, but you get the idea). 

Plot: I found it unpredictable (or maybe it was due to my lack of detective skills or whatever). And all those little bits that built up the tension were good and weren’t boring. 

Stars: 4 1/2.

I feel like everyone’s moving on without me. It’s not a very good feeling.