This Lullaby

This Lullaby

Sarah Dessen

Language: English

Pages: 345

ISBN: 0142501557

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


A New York Times bestseller
 
She’s got it all figured out.
 
Or does she? When it comes to relationships, Remy’s got a whole set of rules.
 
Never get too serious. Never let him break your heart. And never, ever date a musician.
 
But then Remy meets Dexter, and the rules don’t seem to apply anymore.
 
Could it be that she’s starting to understand what all those love songs are about?
 
“Remy and Dexter jump off the pages into the hearts of readers, who will wish for a romance like this of their own.” —Booklist
 
Also by Sarah Dessen:
Along for the Ride
Dreamland
Just Listen
Keeping the Moon
Lock and Key
The Moon and More
Someone Like You
That Summer
The Truth About Forever
What Happened to Goodbye

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

misplaced spot, I had. And when I couldn’t find it later, it came looking for me. “They’re about to cut the cake!” some woman in a green, shimmery dress was calling out as I pushed away from the wall, headed to that side door. Halfway there I got lost in a mass of people, all depositing their empty drinks on tables and pressing toward the dance floor. I navigated through them, past suits and tuxedos, crinkly dresses and a thick cloud of mixed perfumes before finally coming out on the other side.

Chloe and Lissa and everyone else who had always made me wait, meant I was well within the bounds of the official within-five-minutes-doesn’t-count-as-late rule. But something told me maybe I shouldn’t point this out just now. “She’s here!” Chris called out over his shoulder, then shot me the stink eye as I walked in, shutting the door behind me. “I’ll be right out,” Jennifer Anne replied, her voice light. “Offer her something to drink, would you, Christopher?” “This way.” Chris started into

expensive steaks my mother had special ordered from the butcher. They were, I’d heard her tell someone, “Brazilian beef,” whatever that meant, as if cows from below the equator were of greater value than your average Holstein chewing cud in Michigan. Chris wasn’t doing well. First he’d burned off part of an eyebrow and a fair amount of arm hair lighting the grill. Then he’d had some trouble mastering the complicated spatula in the top-of-the-line accessories set the salesman had convinced my

in a so-so kind of way. “Oh, well, it’s smack in the middle, and you know there’s always a dull spot. But last night I was just about asleep when I had this inspiration. It had to do with swans.” I waited. But that appeared to be all she would tell me, as now she’d grabbed a nail file from the mug stuffed with pens and pencils and was at work on a pinkie, shaping it deftly. “Swans,” I said finally. She chucked the nail file down on the desk and stretched her arms over her head. “You know,” she

days earlier. I’d seen Lucas from a distance, eating a bag of potato chips in front of Mayor’s Market, but knew better than to go up and ask him how things had gone in D.C. Ever since the day I’d driven away from the yellow house, with them all out in the yard behind me, I’d felt more clearly than ever that their fate was in no way entwined with mine. Still, I did keep thinking of Dexter. He was the one loose end that still remained, and I hated loose ends. Making things right wasn’t an

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