December 2011
4 posts
I remembered the way this boy had kissed; gentle and slow, our lips and tongues just touching. Lovely one-note kisses. I liked those kisses, but I wanted other sorts, too: bruising, end-of-movie kisses, someone saved from a villain or shipwreck in the arms of another who suddenly realizes everything. Impolite kisses.
-Elizabeth McCracken, The Giant’s House
