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Rage: A Love Story
By: Julie Anne Peters , Guy FranciseBook Publisher: Random House
Imprint: Random House Children's Books
Format: ePub Encrypted (DRM)
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A National Book Award Finalist offers an intense portrait of an abusive relationship.
Johanna is steadfast, patient, reliable; the go-to girl, the one everyone can count on. But always being there for others can’t give Johanna everything she needs—it can’t give her Reeve Hartt.
Reeve is fierce, beautiful, wounded, elusive; a flame that draws Johanna’s fluttering moth. Johanna is determined to get her, against all advice, and to help her, against all reason. But love isn’t always reasonable, right?
In the precarious place where attraction and need collide, a teenager experiences the dark side of a first love, and struggles to find her way into a new light.
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| Title of eBook: Rage: A Love Story | |
| Release Date: 09-08-2009 | |
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| Publisher: Random House Children's Books |
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Rage: A Love Story
I locate the room on the first floor where Mrs. Goins asked me to meet her. She was desperate, she said. So many seniors on the verge of not graduating, she said. Would I please tutor this one? A special one who needs special help with the senior project, she said.
I guess I'm meant to feel special, but I have my own stuff to finish--like that damn Film Studies class Novak talked me into.
I peek in. The classroom's empty. Did I get the room wrong? I've been losing whole blocks of time lately, spacing constantly. Where does life go when it's lost to you?
My backpack slips off my shoulder and a note falls out of the front pocket.
"I'm dropping Film Studies," Novak wrote.
An old note from the beginning of term. At the time I thought: Thanks. Abandon me, like everyone else has.
I hear Mrs. Goins coming before I see her. She's . . . rustling? Maybe her thighs are rubbing together or something. Since the first of the year, she's put on, like, twenty pounds. A lot of people call her Meaty Loins.
I would never do that.
The person behind Meaty Loins materializes.
"Johanna, this is Robbie Inouye. Robbie, Johanna Lynch."
Oh my God. Kill me now.
Robbie Inouye scares the hell out of me. He might be retarded, or challenged, or whatever terminology you use to dance around the truth. He's definitely messed. His eyes aren't symmetrical, or could it be his head's on crooked? The corners of his mouth are always caked with dried-up spittle and he lumbers, drags his feet like Frankenstein. He's not big. I'm five eight and he's shorter than me, but he seems huge.
Once upon a time, slow-moving Robbie would get jostled in the hall...









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