#ruby oliver series

[theheartofabookworm]

elockhartbooks

[neverdisturbareadingbookworm]

I wrapped my arms around Noel's waist. His coat was open, and I could feel the muscles of his abdomen through his T-shirt. Noel swung the Vespa out of the school parking lot and onto the street. I felt like there should be a sound track.

 -Roo Oliver. The Boy Book

[neverdisturbareadingbookworm]

This poncho was a step out, even for her. It was made of velvety bright orange yarn and had sparkle fringe at the bottom. It was very distracting. How was I supposed to concentrate on my mental health when my therapist was encased in orange sparkle madness?

Ruby Oliver. The Treasure Map of Boys

[neverdisturbareadingbookworm]

I started to feel that panicky feeling, the feeling like I couldn't breathe and was ratcheting around in my chest like it wanted to burst out of my puny rib cage and maybe I would just keel over right now and die in the middle of the path, and then Noel and/or Jackson and preferably both of them would realize my tragic beauty and complete excellence and go on to be better men because inspired by my memory.

 Ruby Oliver. The Treasure Map of Boys

[neverdisturbareadingbookworm]

Ruby: Didn't we used to recognize these people from playing in the yard in elementary school?

Meghan: I'm sure we did, but that was before puberty. They look different now.

Ruby: Ugh. I hate that word.

Meghan: What word, puberty?

Ruby: My health is delicate. Please don't say it again or I may chunder.

Meghan: What am I supposed to say, then?

Nora: Adolescence?

Ruby: That's hardly better. Say ... um ... mocha latte.

Nora: Mocha latte? What are you talking about?

Ruby: Mocha latte sounds nice. Mocha latte does not conjure images of acne and body odor and pubic hair that we don't need to be thinking about any more than necessary. Mocha latte sounds tasty.

Meghan: Okay, so they look a lot different after mocha latte than they did in elementary

Nora: I love it! Mocha latte has come upon the sophomore boys and they're starting to look good to us.

Meghan: Hooray for mocha latte!

[neverdisturbareadingbookworm]

But to me, dogs and cats are innocent. Goats and llamas, too. They're never duplicitous, they're never bitchy, they're never untrue. They never write you confusing notes, or stare at your boobs, or steal your boyfriend, or write things about you on the walls of the bathroom.

 Roo Oliver. The Treasure Map of Boys

[neverdisturbareadingbookworm]

If I had to be neurotic, couldn't I turn glamorously pale and faint into someone's arms and make him want to rescue me? Did I have to hyperventilate in an ugly coat and sit in the mud?

Roo Oliver. The Treasure Map of Boys

[neverdisturbareadingbookworm]

Pimples. Breasts. Pimples. Breasts. It was like the woman was walking around with a vocab list and consulting it regularly: Uncomfortable Words Relating to the Physical Changes of Adolescence.

Ruby Oliver. The Treasure Map of Boys