Book Quotes that Knocked Me Off - Literally

OK. I don't know. I haven't gotten over my obsession with books. When I joined college I read very few books. Most of the books from the library went back to its own shelves after a week or so unread. But now, since I have been spending quite a lot of time at home, I am hooked to my old habit. After all, they say - "Old habits die hard." So, after my tryst with yet another series, The Summer Series by Jenny Han, I am still hungover from the pure awesomeness that these books manage to provide me with. 

This made me think, why do we like love or hate a book so much. For me its about the moments. The words. The characters. They talk to me more than anything else. Which brought me here. So I wondered.. why not I put up selected quotes from my favorite books in my blog. And here goes. Indulge in this pure awesomeness :)

Starting with Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins :) 

"Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?"

Now, a kinda continuation for the first, Lola and the Boy Next Door by the same author. I must admit, I love this book more than Anna and the French Kiss, for reasons unknown to me :)

“Perfect is overrated. Perfect is boring.”
I smile. “You don’t think I’m perfect?”
“No. You’re delightfully screwy, and I wouldn't have you any other way.”

"And if I’m the stars, Cricket Bell is entire galaxies."

“I draw him closer by his tie and whisper into his ear, “Cricket Bell, I have been in love with you for my entire life.”

Her name is Lo-la. She’s a steal-the-show girl.
With purple stripeys in her hair, wearing leggings worthy of Cher.
She’s friends with Etienne, and of course, with An-na.
The boy next door draws on his hand, and Lola yearns to understand.
Across their midnight lawn, they talked from dusk til dawn.
They were young and needed each other.
But did the boy next door want more?

At Lola’s, Lola Nolan’s Casa.
The hottest thing since Etienne and Anna!
At Lola’s, Lola Nolan’s Casa.
Music, and passion, and geek hipster fashion.
At Lola’s… They fell in love.

His name is Cricket.
He’s an inventor.
He hangs out his window, and keeps his voice real low.
And when she’s within ear, he beckons her near.
But Cricket wouldn’t go too far.
Because Lola had some scars.
And then the tension grew, and hearts were ripped in two.
There was love and some rough nights.
But just who caused the fight?

At Lola’s, Lola Nolan’s Casa.
The most angst since Etienne and Anna!
At Lola’s, Lola Nolan’s Casa.
Sequins and tassels and two gay dad rascals!
At Lola’s… She lost her love.

Her name is Lo-la, still a steal-the-show girl.
But she’s been through teenage hell, all thanks to Cricket Bell.
Now it’s make or break it, for a relationship.
But she still has a boyfriend.
Did I forget to mention him?
Her path is undefined, she’s losing half her mind.
She’s in a bind and in a crunch.
Now she’s about to lose her lunch!

At Lola’s, Lola Nolan’s Casa.
The best fun since Etienne and Anna.
At Lola’s, Lola Nolan’s Casa.
Hair clips and lashes and grand high school dances.
At Lola’s… Does she get her love?
Does she get her love?

Now, Sarah Dessen's The Truth About Forever :)

“It’s just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It’s the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It’s how life is.”

“An unrequited love is so much better than a real one. I mean, it’s perfect.” “Nothing is perfect.” “Nothing real, but as long as something is never even started, you never have to worry about it ending. It has endless potential.”

Time now for yet another favorite :) The Summer I turned pretty by Jenny Han

The 2nd book of the series ... Its Not Summer Without You

And the final and most favorite one of the series.. We'll Always Have Summer :)

“Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of you heart, always.”

The Fault in our Stars by John Green

OK I'd better stop :) :P Maybe the rest in another entry!

A Mobile Phone Muses…

I lay at a dark corner of her room, battered and scratched. I am worn out and down but not out. I am not the pearly white that I was once. I have hit the floor a zillion times, today included and my edges are beginning to chip away, yet, like a Phoenix, I've managed a comeback after every single fall.

Things were very different back two winters ago. As she gingerly took me from my box, gazing at me wonder-struck all shiny and new, I knew she had fallen in love with me there. In the days that were to follow, I was the sunshine of her days and the moonlight of her nights. I could sense that as her hands rubbed over my screen, wiping it, marveling at my camera and gushing at my audio. I was by her side, her silent friend every day and beneath her pillow every night. Her parents despised me, hated her obsession toward me and cautioned her about the radiations that I may emit. Her mother even threatened that she might chuck me out. Yet, she was unfazed.

I've seen her happy, sad, lonely, angry and even been the sole witness of some of her craziest moods. I let her to install and uninstall anything – Angry Birds, Cut the rope, Kobo Book Reader, Instagram, Facebook and what not. She got my assistance even during her exams – to study her presentations on her way to college. I felt superior to her laptop friend. And when she feels weary on the way home, I kept her entertained with her favorites such as Maroon 5, Taylor Swift, Rihanna and countless Hindi and Tamil songs.

As time flew, my Android 2.2.1 Froyo was failing to please her. Her chums had my superior cousins – ICS and Gingerbread. She was dissatisfied with me, irritated that I wouldn't let her play Temple Runner or Subway Surfers, exasperated that I got stuck often and frustrated that I restarted countless times. The feathery touch was turning rough and it felt like a dream when I was gently placed down. It became a toss and very soon to a throw. She took me rarely, for calling, messaging and sometimes, for reading.

And now I linger, yearning for her touch and dreading the day when she’ll fall for my worthier, glossier and more expensive peers.