**Sometimes at night, I wake up and stare at the heart for hours. I think of how I collected each piece from the beach, how I glued it all together into one big sculpture. I wonder if Connor realizes what it means, that he'll always have a piece of me no matter what happens. Each piece of glass is a
I Love Him, I Love Him Not
β Scribed by Martin, Ella
- Book ID
- 109159664
- Publisher
- Clean Reads/Astraea Press
- Year
- 2015
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 214 KB
- Series
- Westgate Prep 2
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781621354512
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Talia Nicolettiβs life has been turned upside downβand thatβs probably an understatement. Her mother goes off on a business tripβ¦ and comes back married! Her estranged father wants to be less estranged. And her best friend Jake DeSantos suddenly has a new confidante who Talia doesnβt want to like but kind of does anyway.
Talia has to unravel her tangled up emotions to figure out what she really wants. Does she want to accept her father back in her life? Can she trust her new-stepfather? Thereβs too much hitting her at once, and sheβs not ready to deal with any of it. The one person she can always turn to is Jake, and heβs being secretive and isnβt exactly available. And that hurts her more than she thought possible. Talia prides herself on keeping her emotions in check and hates that sheβs jealous of the new girl in Jakeβs life, especially since she canβt decide if she loves himβ¦ or if she loves him not.
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