英语读书笔记-Book Lovers Day01
Part 1
- The city is baking. The asphalt sizzles. The trash on the sidewalk reeks.
- Ice pop
- heist movie
- "Three times. " She sounds awed.
- Libby sighs and loops her arm through mine.
- But my babysister’s (skin) is miraculously dry and silky.
- I might’ve gotten Mom’s five and eleven inches of height, but the rest of her features all flunneled down to my sister, from the strawberry gold hair to the wide, Mediterranean Sea blue eyes and the splash of freckles across her nose.
- I bask in the closeness.
- No matter how hectic life and work sometimes get, it’s always felt like there were some internal metronomes keeping us in sync.
- Worse than that is the faint, uncanny off feeling when we’re actually together.
- a cloud of diffused lavender oil.
- a slew of drivers rushs through the newly red light.
- cabdrivers won’t clip people who look like this guy.
- Libby says, seamlessly reentering the conversation.
Part 2
- Her eyes flicker toward me on the words work stuff, and it triggers another memory, me slipping back into the apartment.
- I glance sidelong at her, and my heart trips over its next beat.
- The subtle thinning of her cheeks.
- But now I found myself wondering if that was the moment I’d started to lose her, the exact moment our diverging paths pulled just a little too far from each other and the seams started splitting.
- Eating dripping ice cream cones from Big City or artisanal ice pops filled with things that has no business being anywhere near a dessert.
- My mind is already spinning, searching for places I could pick up the slack.
- Brendan and Libby’s evergreen concern is money.
- The phone call she may or may not be peeved about was a Birthday Present Trojan Horse.
- You’re the regulation hottie in the jumpsuit at the Brooklyn Flea.
- A basket full of lumpy tomatoes.
- She squints at me.