Omnia Cellula e Cellula

I even tried to tell myself to live my best life today.

If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.

When was the last good kiss you had?

Idiotically, it occurred to me that my pink underwear didn’t match my purple bra, as if boys even notice such things.

Augustus Waters was sitting on the front step as we pulled into the driveway. He was holding a bouquet of bright orange tulips just beginning to bloom.