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
Keeping the Moon
Lock and Key
The Moon and More
Someone Like You
The Truth About Forever
What Happened to Goodbye
About the Author
Dessen’s books are frequently chosen for the Teens’ Top Ten list and the list of Best Fiction for Young Adults. They have been translated into twenty-five languages. Sarah Dessen is the recipient of the 2017 Margaret A. Edwards Award from the Young Adult division of the American Library Association.
Sarah Dessen graduated from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill with highest honors in creative writing. She lives in Chapel Hill with her husband, Jay, and their daughter, Sasha Clementine.
Visit Sarah at sarahdessen.com.
Hometown:Chapel Hill, NC
Date of Birth:June 6, 1970
Place of Birth:Evanston, Illinois
Education:University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, degree in English.
Read an Excerpt
Dont you give me no rotten tomato, cause all I ever wanted was your sweet potato. Dexter stopped as the music did. Now, all we could hear was the fridge rattling and Monkey snoring. Okay, so what else rhymes with potato?Ted strummed his guitar, looking at the ceiling. On the couch by the refrigerator, John Miller rolled over, his red head bonking the wall.
Anybody? Dexter asked.
Well, Lucas said, crossing his legs, it depends on if you want a real rhyme, or a pseudo rhyme.
Dexter looked at him. Pseudo rhyme, he repeated.A real rhyme, Lucas began, in what I already recognized as his eggbert voice, is tomato. But you could easily tack an o onto another word and make a rhyme of it, even if its not grammatically correct. Like, say, relate-o. Or abate-o.
Dont you give me no rotten tomato, Dexter sang, just cause to your crazy shit I cannot relate-o.
Silence. Ted plucked out another chord, then tightened a string.
Needs work, Lucas said. But I think were getting somewhere.
Can you all just please shut up, John Miller moaned from the couch, his voice muffled. Im trying to sleep.
Its two in the afternoon, and this is the kitchen, Ted told him. Go someplace else or quit bitching.
Boys, boys, Dexter said.
Ted sighed. People, we need to focus on this. I want The Potato Opus to be ready for that show next week.
The Potato Opus? Lucas said. Is that what its called now?
Can you think of something better?
Lucas was quiet for a second. Nope, he said finally. Sure cant.
Then shut the hell up. Ted picked up the guitar. From the top, first verse, with feeling.
And so it went. Another day at the yellow house, where Id been spending a fair amount of my free time lately. Not that I liked the setting, particularly; the place was a total dump, mostly because four guys lived there and none of them had ever been introduced formally to a bottle of Lysol. There was rotting food in the fridge, something black and mildewy growing on the shower tiles, and some sort of unidentifiable rank smell coming from beneath the back deck. Only Dexters room was decent, and that was because I had my limits. When I found a pair of dirty underwear under a couch cushion, or had to fight the fruit flies in the kitchen that were always swarming the garbage can, I at least could take comfort in the fact that his bed was made, his CDs stacked alphabetically, and the plug-in air freshener was working its pink, rose-shaped little heart out. All of this work on my part was a small price to pay, I figured, for my sanity.
Which, in truth, had been sorely tested lately, ever since my mother had returned from her honeymoon and set up her new marriage under our shared roof. All through the spring wed had workmen passing through, hauling drywall and windows and tracking sawdust across the floors. Theyd knocked out the wall of the old den, extending it into the backyard, and added a new master suite, complete with a new bathroom featuring a sunken tub and side-by-side sinks separated by blocks of colored glass. Crossing over the threshold into what Chris and I had named the new wing was like entering an entirely different house, which was pretty much my mothers intention. It was her matched set, with a new bedroom, a new husband, and new carpet. Her life was perfect. But as was often the case, the rest of us were still adjusting.
One problem was Dons stuff. Being a lifelong bachelor, he had certain objects that hed grown attached to, very little of which fit my mothers decorating scheme for the new wing. The only thing that even remotely reflected Dons taste in their bedroom, in fact, was a large Moroccan tapestry depicting various biblical tableaus. It was enormous and took up most of a wall, but it did match the carpet almost perfectly, and therefore constituted a compromise of taste that my mother could live with. The remainder of his belongings were exiled to the rest of the house, which meant that Chris and I had to adjust to living with Dons decor.
The first piece I noticed, a couple of days after their return, was a framed print by some Renaissance painter of a hugely buxom woman posing in a garden. Her fingers were big, pudgy, and white, and she was stretched across a couch, buck naked. She had huge breasts, which were hanging down off the couch, and she was eating grapes, a fistful in one hand, another about to drop into her mouth. It might have been arta flexible term, in my opinionbut it was disgusting. Especially hanging on the wall over our kitchen table, where I had no choice but to look at it while I ate breakfast.
Man, Chris said to me the first morning it was there, about two days after Don had moved in. He was eating cereal, already dressed in his Jiffy Lube uniform. How much you think a woman like that weighed?
I took a bite of my muffin, trying to concentrate on the newspaper in front of me. I have no idea, I said.
At least two-fifty, Chris decided, slurping down another spoonful. Those breasts alone have to be five pounds. Maybe even seven.
Do we have to talk about this?
How can you not? he said. God. Its right there. Its like trying to ignore the sun or something.
And it wasnt just the picture. It was the modern art statue that now stood in the foyer that looked, frankly, like a big penis. (Was there a theme here? Id never pegged Don for that type, but now I was starting to wonder.) Add to that the fancy set of Calphalon pots that now hung over our kitchen island and the red leather sofa in the living room, which just screamed Single Man on the Make to me, and it was no wonder I was feeling a little out of place. But then again, this house wasnt really mine to claim anymore. Don was now permanentsupposedlywhile I was of temporary status, gone come fall. For once, I was the one with an expiration date, and I was finding I didnt like it much.
Which explained, in some ways, why I was over at Dexters so much. But there was another reason, one I wasnt so quick to admit. Even to myself.
For as long as Id been dating, Id had a mental flow chart, a schedule, of how things usually went. Relationships always started with that heady, swoonish period, where the other person is like some new invention that suddenly solves all lifes worst problems, like losing socks in the dryer or toasting bagels without burning the edges. At this phase, which usually lasts about six weeks max, the other person is perfect. But at six weeks and two days, the cracks begin to show; not real structural damage yet, but little things that niggle and nag. Like the way they always assume youll pay for your own movie, just because you did once, or how they use the dashboard of their car as an imaginary keyboard at long stoplights. Once, you might have thought this was cute, or endearing. Now, it annoys you, but not enough to change anything. Come week eight, though, the strain is starting to show. This person is, in fact, human, and heres where most relationships splinter and die. Because either you can stick around and deal with these problems, or ease out gracefully, knowing that at some point in the not-too-distant future, there will emerge another perfect person, who will fix everything, at least for six weeks.
I knew this pattern even before my first real boyfriend, because Id seen my mother go through it several times already. With marriages, the pattern is stretched out, adjusted, like working with dog years: the six weeks becomes a year, sometimes two. But its the same. That was why it was always so easy to figure out how long my stepfathers would last. It all comes down to math.
If I did the math with Dexter, on paper it was perfect. Wed come in well under the three-month mark, with me leaving for college just as the shine was wearing off. But the problem was that Dexter wasnt cooperating. If my theories of relationships were plotted geographically, Dexter wasnt even left of center or far out in right field. He was on another map altogether, rapidly approaching the distant corner and headed into the unknown.
First, he was very gangly. Id never liked gangly guys, and Dexter was clumsy, skinny, and always in motion. It was not surprising to me now that our relationship had started with him crashing into me in various ways, since I now knew he moved through the world with a series of flying elbows, banged knees, and flailing limbs. In the short time wed been together, hed already broken my alarm clock, crushed one of my beaded necklaces underfoot, and managed, somehow, to leave a huge scuff mark on my ceiling. I am not joking. He was always jiggling his knees, or drumming his fingers, as if revving up, just waiting for the checkered flag to drop so he could spin out at full speed. I found myself constantly reaching over and trying to quiet him, covering his knee or fingers with my hand, thinking it would silence them, when instead I would be caught up in it with him, jangling along, as if whatever current charged him was now flowing through me.
Point two: he was a slob. His shirttail was always out, his tie usually had a stain, his hair, while curly and thick, sprung out from his head wildly in a mad-scientist sort of fashion. Also, his shoelaces were continually untied. He was all loose ends, and I hated loose ends. If I could ever have gotten him to stand still long enough, I knew I would have been unable to resist tucking, tying, smoothing, organizing, as if he were a particularly messy closet just screaming for my attention. But instead I found myself gritting my teeth, riding the wave of my natural anxiety, because this wasnt permanent, me and him, and to think so would only hurt both of us.
Which led to point three: he really liked me. Not in an only-until-the-end-of-the-summer way, which was safest. In fact, he never talked about the future at all, as if we had so much time, and there wasnt a definite end point to our relationship. I, of course, wanted to make things clear from the start: that I was leaving, no attachments, the standard spiel I repeated in my head finally spoken aloud. But whenever I tried to do this, he evaded so easily that it was as if he could read my mind, see what was coming, and for once move gracefully to sidestep the issue entirely.
Now, as work on The Potato Song broke up so that Ted could go to work, Dexter came over and stood in front of me, stretching his arms over his head. Total turn-on seeing a real band at work, isnt it?
Relate-o is a lame rhyme, I said, pseudo or not.
He winced, then smiled. Its a work in progress, he explained.I put down my crossword puzzleId finished about half of itand he picked it up, glancing at what Id finished. Impressive, he said. And of course, Miss Remy does her crosswords in ink. What, you dont make mistakes?
Youre here, though, he said.
Okay, I admitted, maybe one.He grinned again. Wed only been seeing each other for a few weeks now, but this easy give-and-take still surprised me. From that very first day in my room, I felt like wed somehow skipped the formalities of the Beginning of a Relationship: those awkward moments when youre not all over each other and are still feeling out the other persons boundaries and limits. Maybe this was because wed been circling each other for a while before he finally catapulted through my window. But if I let myself think about it muchand I didntI had flashes of realizing that Id been comfortable with him even at the very start. Clearly, hed been comfortable with me, grabbing my hand as he had that first day. As if he knew, even then, that wed be here now.I bet you, he said to me, that I can name more states by the time that woman comes out of the dry cleaners than you can.
I looked at him. We were sitting outside of Joie, both of us on our lunch break, me drinking a Diet Coke, him snarfing down a sleeve of Fig Newtons. Dexter, I said, its hot.
Come on, he said, sliding his hand over my leg. Ill bet you.
He cocked his head to the side, then squeezed my knee. His foot, of course, was tapping. Lets go. Shes about to walk in. When the door shuts behind her, times on.
Oh, God. I said. Whats the bet?
Boring. And too easy.
Okay. And you have to buy dinner.
Done.We watched as the woman, who was wearing pink shorts and a T-shirt and carrying an armful of wrinkled dress shirts, pulled open the door to the cleaners. As it swung shut, I said, Maine.
Delaware. I was keeping track on my fingers: hed been known to cheat but denied it with great vehemence, so I always had to have proof. Challenges, to Dexter, were like those duels in the old movies, where men in white suits smacked each other across the face with gloves, and all honor was at stake. So far, I hadnt won them all, but I hadnt backed down either. I was, after all, still new at this.
Dexters challenges, apparently, were legendary. The first one Id seen had been between him and John Miller. It was a couple of days after Dexter and I had gotten together, one of the first times Id gone over to the yellow house with him. We found John Miller sitting at the kitchen table in his pajamas, eating a banana. There was a big bunch of them on the table in front of him, seemingly out of place in a kitchen where I now knew the major food groups consisted of Slurpees and beer.
Whats up with the bananas? Dexter asked him, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
John Miller, who still looked half asleep, glanced up and said, Fruit of the Month Club. My nana gave it to me for my birthday.
Potassium, Dexter said. You need that every day, you know.
John Miller yawned, as if used to this kind of stupid information. Then he went back to his banana.
I bet, Dexter said suddenly, in the voice I later would come to recognize as the one that always preceded a challenge, deep and game show hostlike, that you cant eat ten bananas.
John Miller finished chewing the bite in his mouth, then swallowed. I bet, he replied, that youre right.
Its a challenge, Dexter said. Then he nudged out a chair, with a knee that was already jiggling, for me, and said, in the same low, slow voice, Will you take it?
Are you crazy?
For ten bucks.
I am not eating ten bananas for ten bucks, John Miller said indignantly.
Its a dollar a banana! Dexter said.And furthermore, John Miller went on, tossing the now-empty peel at an overflowing garbage can by the back door, and missing, this double-dare shit of yours is getting old, Dexter. You cant just go around throwing down challenges whenever you feel like it.
Are you passing on the challenge?
Will you stop using that voice?
Twenty bucks, Dexter said. Twenty bucks
No, John Miller told him.
and Ill clean the bathroom.This, clearly, changed things. John Miller looked at the bananas, then at Dexter. Then at the bananas again. Does the one I just ate count as one?
John Miller slapped the table. What? Its not even to my stomach yet, for godsakes!
Dexter thought for a second. Okay. Well let Remy call this one.
What? I said. They were both looking at me.
Youre an unbiased view, Dexter explained.
Shes your girlfriend, John Miller complained. Thats not unbiased!
She is not my girlfriend. Dexter looked at me, as if this might upset me, which was evidence that he didnt know me at all. He said, What I mean is, we may be seeing each otherand here he paused, as if waiting for me to chime in with something, which I didnt, so he went onbut you are your own person with your opinions and convictions. Correct?
Im not his girlfriend, I told John Miller.
She loves me, Dexter said to him, as an aside, and I felt my face flame. Anyway, he said, moving on breezily, Remy? What do you think? Does it count or not?
Well, I said, I think it should count somehow. Perhaps as half.
Half! Dexter looked at me as if he was just so pleased, as if he had carved me out of clay himself. Perfect. So, if you choose to accept this challenge, you must eat nine and a half bananas.
John Miller thought about this for a second. Later, I would learn that money was always scarce at the yellow house, and these challenges provided some balance of cash flow from one person to another. Twenty bucks was food and beer money for at least a couple of days. And it was really only nine bananas. And a half.
Okay, John Miller said. And they shook on it.
Before the challenge could happen, witnesses had to be gathered. Ted was brought in from the back deck, along with a girl hed been seeing, introduced to me as Scary Mary (I chose not to ask), and, after a futile search for the keyboardist, Lucas, Dexters dog Monkey was agreed upon as a suitable replacement. We all gathered around the table, or on the long, ugly brown couch that was next to the refrigerator, while John Miller did some deep breathing and stretching, as if preparing for a fifty-yard dash.
Okay, Ted, the only one with a working watch and therefore timekeeper, said, Go!
If youve never seen someone take on a food challenge, as I had not at that point, you might expect it to actually be exciting. Except that the challenge was not to eat nine and a half bananas quickly: it was just to eat nine and a half bananas. So by banana four or so, boredom set in, and Ted and Scary Mary went to the Waffle House, leaving me, Dexter, and Monkey to wait out the next five and a half bananas. It turned out we didnt have to: John Miller conceded defeat in the middle of banana six, then carefully got to his feet and went to the bathroom.
I hope you didnt kill him, I told Dexter as the door shut behind him, the lock clicking.
No way, he said easily, stretching back in his chair. You should have seen him last month, when he ate fifteen eggs in a row. Then we were worried. He turned bright red.
You know, I said, funny how its never you having to eat vast quantities of things.
Not true. I just moved on after completing the master of all challenges back in April.
I hated to even ask what would earn such a title, but curiosity got the better of me. Which was?
Thirty-two ounces of Miracle Whip, he said. In twenty minutes flat.
Just the thought of this made my stomach twist. I hated mayonnaise, and any derivation thereof: egg salad, tuna salad, even deviled eggs. Thats disgusting.
I know. He said it proudly. I could never top it, even if I tried.
I had to wonder what kind of person got such satisfaction from constant competitiveness. And Dexter would make challenges about anything, whether it was in his control or not. Some recent favorites included I Bet You a Quarter the Next Car That Passes Is Either Blue or Green, Five Bucks Says I Can Make Something Edible Out of the Canned Corn, French-Fried Potato Sticks, and Mustard in the Pantry, and, of course, How Many States Can You Name While That Woman Picks Up Her Dry Cleaning?
I, personally, was up to twenty. Dexter was at nineteen and experiencing a bit of a brain cramp.
California, he said finally, casting a nervous look at the front of the cleaners, where we could see the woman talking to someone behind the counter.
Already said it, I told him.
The door opened: it was her. Game over, I said. I win.
You do not!
I held up my fingers, where Id been keeping track. I win by one, I said. Pay up.
He started to reach into his pockets, sighing, then instead pulled me closer, spreading his fingers around my waist, burying his face in my neck.
Nope, I said, putting my hands on his chest, wont work.
Ill be your slave, he said into my ear, and I felt a chill run up my back, then cast it off just as quickly, reminding myself again that I always had a boyfriend in summer, someone that caught my eye after school was finished and usually lasted right up until the beach trip my family took each August. The only difference this time was that I was going west instead of east. And I liked being able to think about it that way, in terms of a compass, something set in stone that would remain, unchanged, long after I was gone.
Besides, I knew already we would never work long-term. He was so imperfect already, his cracks and fissures apparent. I could only imagine what structural damage lay beneath, deep in the foundation. But still, it was hard to keep my head clear as he kissed me there, in July, with another challenge behind me. After all, I was up now, and it still seemed like we had time.
The question is, has he been given The Speech yet? Jess asked.
No, Chloe told her. The question is, have you slept with him yet?
They all looked at me. It wasnt rude for them to ask, of course: usually this was common knowledgeonce, common assumption. But now I hesitated, which was unnerving.
No, I said finally. There was a quick intake of breathshock!from somebody, then silence.
Wow, Lissa said finally. You like him.
Its not a big deal, I said, not refuting this exactly, which set off another round of silence and exchanged looks. Out at the Spot, with the sun going down, I felt the trampoline bounce lightly beneath me and leaned back, spreading my fingers over the cool metal of the springs.
No Speech, no sex, Jess said, summing up. This is dangerous.
Maybe hes different, Lissa offered, stirring her drink with one finger.
Nobodys different, Chloe told her. Remy knows that better than any of us.
It says something about my absolute adherence to a plan concerning relationships that my best friends had terms, like outline headings, detailing my actions. The Speech usually came right as the heady, romantic, fun-new-boyfriend phase was boiling to full steam. It was my way of hitting the brakes, slowly downshifting, and usually involved me pulling whatever Ken was in my life at that time aside to say something like: hey, I really like you and were having fun, but you know, I cant get too serious because Im going to the beach/really going to focus on school come fall/just getting over someone and not up to anything long-term. This was the summer speech: the winter/holiday one was pretty much the same, except you inserted Im going skiing/really going to have to rally until graduation/dealing with a lot of family crap for the last part. And usually, guys took it one of two ways. If they really liked me, as in wear-my-class-ring-love-me-always, they bolted, which was just as well. If they liked me but were willing to slow down, to see boundaries, they nodded and saved face by saying they felt the same way. And then I was free to proceed to the next step, whichand Im not proudusually involved sleeping with them.
But not right away. Never right away, not anymore. I liked to have enough time invested to see a few cracks and get rid of anyone whose failings I knew I couldnt deal with in the long term, i.e., more than the six weeks that usually encompassed the fun-new-boyfriend phase.Once, I was easy. Now, I was choosy. See? Big difference.
And besides, something was different about Dexter. Whenever I tried to revert to my set outline, something stopped me. I could give him the talk, and hed probably be fine with it. I could sleep with him, and hed be finemore than finewith that too. But somewhere, deep in my conscious mind, something niggled me that maybe he wouldnt, that maybe hed think less of me, or something. I knew it was stupid.
And besides, Id just been busy. That was probably it, really.
Chloe opened her bottled water, took a swig, then chased it with a sip from the tiny bottle of bourbon in her hand. What are you doing? she asked me, point blank.
Im just having fun, I replied, taking a swig of my Diet Zip. It seemed easy to say this, having just run through it in my head. Hes leaving at the end of the summer too, you know.
Then why havent you given him The Speech? Jess asked.
I just, I said, and then shook my cup, stalling. I havent thought about it, to be honest.
They looked at one another, considering the implications of this. Lissa said, I think hes really nice, Remy. Hes sweet.
Hes clumsy, Jess grumbled. He keeps stepping on my feet.
Maybe, Chloe said, as if it was just occurring to her, you just have big feet.
Maybe, Jess replied, you should shut up.
Lissa sighed, closing her eyes. You guys. Please. Were talking about Remy.
We dont have to talk about Remy, I said. We really dont. Lets talk about somebody else.
There was silence for a second: I sucked down some more of my drink, Lissa lit a cigarette. Finally Chloe said, You know, the other night Dexter said hed give me ten bucks if I could stand on my head for twenty minutes. What the hell does that mean?
They all looked at me. I said, Just ignore him. Next?
I think Adams seeing someone else, Lissa said suddenly.
Okay, I said. Now, see, this is interesting.
Lissa ran her finger over the rim of her cup, her head down, one curl bouncing slightly with the movement. It had been about a month since Adam had dumped her, and shed moved through her weepy stage to just kind of sad all the time, with occasional moments when I actually heard her laugh out loud, then stop, as if shed forgotten she wasnt supposed to be happy.
Who is she? Chloe asked.
I dont know. She drives a red Mazda.
Jess looked at me, shaking her head. I said, Lissa, have you been driving by his house?
No, she said, and then looked up at us. We, of course, were all staring back at her, knowing she was lying. No! But the other day there was construction on Willow and then I
Do you want him to think youre weak? Jess asked her. Do you want to give him that satisfaction?
How can he already be with somebody else? Lissa asked her, and Jess just sighed, shaking her head. Im not even totally okay yet, and hes with someone else? How can that be?
Because hes a jerk, I told her.
Because hes a guy, Chloe added. And guys dont get attached, guys dont ever give themselves over completely, and guys lie. Thats why they should be handled with great trepidation, not trusted, and held at arms length whenever possible. Right, Remy?
I looked at her, and there it was again: that shifting of her eyes that meant shed seen something in me lately she didnt recognize, and it worried her. Because if I wasnt cold, hard Remy, then she couldnt be the Chloe she was, either.
Right, I said, and smiled at Lissa. I had to lead the way here, of course. Shed never make it out otherwise. Absolutely.The band wasnt called the G Flats at all. That was just their wedding persona, the one they had been forced to take on because of an incident involving the van, some authorities in Pennsylvania, and Dons brother Michael, who was an attorney there. Apparently playing at my mothers wedding had been some kind of payback, but it had also seemed like the right time to relocate, as the bandwhose real name was Truth Squaddid every summer.
For the past two years, theyd worked their way across the country, always following the same process: find a town with a decent local music scene, rent a cheap apartment, and start playing the clubs. In the first week they all got day jobs, preferably at the same place, since they shared one mode of transportation. (So now, Dexter and Lucas worked at Flash Camera, while John Miller fixed lattes at Jump Java, and Ted bagged groceries at Mayors Market.) Although most of the guys had some college, or, in Teds case, a diploma, they always got easy jobs that didnt require much overtime or thinking. Then theyd hit the local club scene, hoping to land a regular weekly gig, as they had at Bendo. Tuesday nights, which were the slowest there, were now all theirs.
Theyd only been in town for a couple of days when Id first met Dexter at Dons Motors: they were sleeping in the van then, in the city park, until they found the yellow house. Now it seemed theyd stick around until they were run out of town for owing money or small legal infractions (it had happened before) or just got bored. Everything was planned to be transitory: they boasted that they could pack up and be gone in an hour flat, already drawing a finger across the wrinkled map in the vans glove box, seeking out a new destination.
So maybe that was what kept me from giving The Speech, this idea that his life was just as impermanent at this moment as mine. I didnt want to be like other girls that were probably in other towns, listening to Truth Squad bootlegs and pining for Dexter Jones, born in Washington, D.C., a Pisces, lead singer, thrower of challenges, permanent address unknown. His history was as murky as mine was clear, with his dog seeming to be the only family in which he had interest. I was soon to be Remy Starr, formerly of Lakeview, now of Stanford, undecided major, leaning toward economics. We were only converging for a few weeks, fleeting. No need to follow protocol.
That night me, Chloe, Jess, and Lissa got to Bendo around nine. Truth Squad was already playing, and the crowd was thin but enthusiastic. I noted, then quickly made a point of not noting, that it was mostly made up of girls, a few of them crowded up close, next to the stage, holding their beers and swaying to the music.
The music, in fact, was a mix of covers and originals. The covers were, as Dexter put it, a necessary evilrequired at weddings, and useful at clubs, at least at the beginning of sets, to prevent being beaned with beer caps and cigarette butts. (This, apparently, had happened as well.) But Dexter and Ted, who had started the band during their junior year of high school, preferred their original compositions, the biggest and most ambitious of which were the potato songs.
By the time we sat down, the band was finishing the last verse of Gimme Three Steps as the assembled girls clapped and whoo-whooed. Then there was a few seconds of practice chords, some conferring between Ted and Dexter, and then Dexter said, Were going to do an original song for you all now, an instant classic. Folks, this is The Potato Song.
More cheering from the girls, one of whoma buxom redhead with broad shoulders I recognized from the perpetual lines for the ladies roommoved closer to the stage, so that she was practically at Dexters feet. He smiled down at her, politely.
I saw her in the produce section, he began, late last Saturday. It hadnt been but seven days since she went away. . . .Another loud whoop, from someone who was, apparently, already fond of The Potato Song. Good thing, I thought. There were dozens where that came from.
Once shed loved my filet mignon, my carnivore inklings, Dexter continued, but now she was a vegan princess, living off of beans. Shed given up the cheese and bacon, sworn off Burger King, and when I wouldnt do the same she gave me back my ring. I stood there by the romaine lettuce, feeling my heart pineand here he put a hand over his chest, and looked mournful, to which the crowd cheeredwishing that this meatless beauty still would be all mine. She turned around to go to checkout, fifteen items or less. And I knew this was the last go-round, so this is what I said. . . .
He stopped here, letting the music build, and John Miller drummed a bit faster, the beat picking up. I could see some people in the crowd already mouthing the words.
Dont you ever give me no rotten tomato, cause all I ever wanted was your sweet potato, Dexter sang. Mashed, whipped, creamed, smothered, chunked, and diced, anyway you fix it baby sure tastes nice.
This is a song? Jess asked me, but Lissa was laughing now, clapping along.
This is many songs, I told her. Its an opus.
A what? she said, but I didnt even repeat it, because now the song was reaching its climax, which was basically a recitation of every possible kind of vegetable. The crowd was shouting things out, and Dexter was singing hard, winding up the song: when they finished, with a crashing of cymbals, the crowd burst into loud applause. Dexter leaned into the microphone, said theyd be back in a few minutes, and then got down off the stage, grabbing a plastic cup off a speaker as he did so. I watched as the redheaded girl walked up to him, zeroing in, effectively cutting off his path as he started across the floor.
Ooh, Remy, Chloe said, noticing this too, your man has a groupie.
Hes not my man, I said, taking a sip of my beer.
Remys with the band, Chloe told Jess, who snorted. So much for that no-musicians rule. Next thing you know shell be on the bus and selling T-shirts in the parking lot, showing off her boobs to get in the stage door.
At least she has boobs to show, Jess said.
I have boobs, Chloe said, pointing to her chest. Just because theyre not weighing me down doesnt mean theyre not substantial.
Okay, B cup, Jess said, taking a sip of her drink.
I have boobs! Chloe said again, a bit too loudlyshed already had a couple of minibottles at the Spot. My boobs are great, goddammit. You know that? Theyre fantastic! My boobs are amazing.
Chloe, I said, but of course then it was too late. Not only were two guys standing nearby now completely absorbed in checking out her chest, but Dexter was sliding in beside me, a bemused look on his face. Chloe flushed redrare for herwhile Lissa patted her sympathetically on the shoulder.
So it is true, Dexter said finally. Girls do talk about boobs when theyre in groups. I always thought so, but I never had proof.
Chloe was just making a point, Lissa explained to him.
Clearly, Dexter said, and Chloe brushed a hand through her hair and turned her head, as if she was suddenly fascinated by the wall. So anyway, he said brightly, moving on, The Potato Song really went over well, dont you think?
I do, I said, moving in closer as he slid his arm around my waist. That was the thing about Dexter: he wasnt totally touchy-feely, like Jonathan had been, but he had these signature moves that I liked. The hand around my waist, for one, but then there was this thing that made me crazy, the way he cupped his fingers around the back of my neck, putting them just so, so that his thumb touched a pulse point. It was so hard to explain, but it gave me a chill, every time, almost like he was touching my heart.
I looked up and Chloe had her eye on me, vigilant as ever. I shook off these thoughts, quick, and finished my beer just as Ted came up.
Nice work on that second verse, was the first thing he said, and not nicely, but in a sarcastic, snarky way. You know, if you butcher the words you do the song a disservice.
Butcher what words? Dexter said.
Ted sighed, loudly. Its not that she was a vegan princess, living off of beans. Its shes a vegan princess, living off beans.
Dexter just looked at him, completely nonplussed, as if hed just given the weather report. Chloe said, Whats the difference?
The entire world is the difference! Ted snapped. Living off of beans is proper English, which brings with it the connotation of higher society, accepted standards, and the status quo. Living off beans, however, is reminiscent of a more slang culture, realistic, and a lower class, which is indicative of both the speaker in the song and the music that accompanies it.
All this from one word? Jess asked him.
One word, Ted replied, dead serious, can change the whole world.
There was a moment while we all considered this. Finally Lissa said to Chloe, loud enough for all of us to hear (shed had a minibottle or two herself), I bet he did really well on his SATs.
Shhh, Chloe said, just as loudly.
Ted, Dexter said, I hear what youre saying. And I understand. Thanks for pointing out the distinction, and I wont make the mistake again.
Ted just stood there, blinking. Okay, he said, somewhat uneasily. Good. Well. Uh, Im gonna go smoke.
Sounds good, Dexter said, and with that Ted walked away, cutting through the crowd toward the bar. A couple of girls standing by the door eyed him as he passed, nodding at each other. God, this band thing was sick. Some women had no shame.
Very impressive, I said to Dexter.
Ive had a lot of practice, he explained. You see, Ted is very passionate. And really, all he wants is to be heard. Hear him, nod, agree. Three steps. Easy cheesy.
Easy cheesy, I repeated, and then he slid his hand up to my neck, pressing his fingers just so, and I got that weird feeling again. This time, it wasnt so easy to shake, and as Dexter moved closer to me, kissing my forehead, I closed my eyes and wondered how deep Id let this get before ducking out. Maybe it wouldnt be the whole summer. Maybe I needed to derail it sooner, to prevent a real crash in the end.
Paging Dexter, a voice came from the front of the club. I looked up: it was John Miller, squinting in the house lights. Paging Dexter. You are needed on aisle five for a price check.
The redheaded girl was back at the stage, right up close. She turned her head and followed John Millers gaze, right to us. To me. And I looked right back at her, feeling possessive suddenly of something that I wasnt even sure I should want to claim as mine.
Gotta go, Dexter said. Then he leaned into my ear and added, Wait for me?
Maybe, I said.
He laughed, as if this was a joke, and disappeared into the crowd. A few seconds later I watched him climb onstage, so lanky and clumsy: he tagged a speaker with one foot, sending it toppling, as he headed to the mike. One of his shoelaces, of course, was undone.
Oh, man, Chloe said. She was looking right at me, shaking her head, and I told myself she was wrong, so wrong, even as she spoke. Youre a goner.´?9²²±±±°°7k+
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"A winning story about coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed." -School Library Journal
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The book This Lullaby by Sarah Dessen is a heartfelt story about a young adult known as Remy. Remy has always had her fair share of boyfriends and step dads. She just finished high school and is ready to go to college clear across the country so she can escape her family. Remy was prepared to have a fun, free summer; but fate had a different plan for her. As she was helping her mother plan for her fifth wedding, she found a new boyfriend she was not expecting. Dexter teaches her how to love and he is the first boy she never had to give "the Speech" to. This is a book that girls can connect to, and they can understand how Remy feels about moving away and learning how to live life on her own. It also teaches you how you never can expect to find the perfect guy you have imagined in you mind. The perfect man does not look like a movie star or act like a gentlemen; it's a man that makes you happy when you are sad and dries your tears when you cry. Dexter is not like Remy's thoughts of a perfect man he is everything she did not want, but in the end he is everything she does. Sarah Dessen has written many books similar to This Lullaby. Sarah has written The Truth about Forever, and many other books in the Young Adult genre. She writes books that teenaged girls can understand and relate to. She also puts everyday things into situations that girls can relate to. Mrs. Dessen has been awarded many awards for her books. As fair back as Sarah can remember she has been writing. Now she is a professor at the University of North Carolina, where she teaches creative writing. She also lives in North Carolina with her loving husband. Sarah Dessen is a well known writer when it comes to young adults. She really captors the fascination with Remy's love life, and life in general; also with how Remy responds to things. This Lullaby is a book that almost every teenage girl will love.
i liked this book because it's realistic. It's not one of those lovey dovy kind of books where prince charming comes and sweeps you off your feet and you immediatly fall in love. I think this is a book girls can relate too. i read this book in a couple of hours, it was that good. I really liked all the characters too. this book is funny and romantic. What more can you ask for?
Fantastic Great read. I enjoyed every minute reading this.
Sarah Desson's This Lullaby is all about believing in love. It's a story about an eighteen year old girl named Remy who doesn't believe in love and doesn't think it exists. The novel opens with Remy's mother getting married to her fifth husband, which explains her lack of belief in love. Even though she has been in multiple relationships, she's never actually been in love. Remy dates boys and then dumps them before she gets emotionally attached.
But one day at her step father's car dealership Remy runs into a guy named Dexter. She wants nothing to do with him but he is extremely determined to get to know Remy. Eventually the two get together, will the two find love or will she dump him before she gets attached?
This book would have to be my favorite by Sarah Desson. She is such an amazing author that gets into all her characters. They are very developed and unique. I love all her books because they are very relatable. Everything her characters go through, I went through or I'm currently going throught them. It's a must read for all teen!
This was an awesome book! I absolutely loved Dexter! He seems like such a clutzy person but so sweet and funny. ANd i love the way Remy ust completely denies Dexter at first but as she begins to see him she starts to like him even more. This is probably one of my favorite romance book novels! (besides the truth about forever and along for the ride both by Sarah Dessen!)
This Lullaby is definitely one of my favorite books of all time. I have read it several times and I am never disappointed with Sarah Dessen. She has a great understanding of teens and the troubles of growing up. Remy is a girl who is reluctant to fall in one because of her unstable parent figures. Dexter is a charming boy with a band and Remy wants nothing to do with her despite Dexter's best efforts. One of my favorite parts in this book is probably the band members and all their shenanigans. The eating contests never fail, i laugh every time. This book, and really all of Sarah's books are so relatable to every person. If you have not read all her books I urge you to go read them. I am positive that they will not disappoint.
This Lullaby, by Sarah Dessen is a really good book, it was so good I finished reading it in 12 hours!! This book is a book about a girl named Remy whose dad left her mom before she was even born. When he found out he had a daughter he wrote her a lullaby, and he is very famous for it. He died before he could even meet her and tell her he loves her. Now she doesn’t trust any guy in a long relationship, or a guy who is a musician like her dad, Will that change when she meets a boy named Dexter, a musician and a guy who is not up to her standards? Read this book to find out.
This book by Sarah Dessen was really good. It taught a great lesson about finding love and incorporated it into real family situations. It captured how life really is. The characters were likeable and very believable. I recommend this book to people looking for guidance in what love really is or for those who just enjoy a good read.
So I start reading the little excerpt at the begginning, and I got to a part that is funny so naturally I think this book is gonna be hilarious. Now don't get me wrong, it has it's funny parts but the main charactar has some flaws I don't like about her. I mean she used to sleep around alot, she used to smoke, and she used to get drunk all the time. Occaisionally still does. I am not a big fan of a charactar like that but she also has a negative attitude about every single person who she hasn't known for 3 years. I mean I have those days where I disdain everyone excepts my friends (and sometimes them) but seriously! Just once I would like to hear a positive sentence. So anywho, the story line. So there's Remy, the main charactar, Dexter, Christopher(Chris, the brother of Remy), Barbara( the mother of remy) and Don, her to be stepfather. Remy is a " bad girl" and she never dates a guy for too long. She meets Dexter and you know. That happens (none too quickly for my liking). She has mother problems and like I said before problems with anyone outside of her "circle". Her friends, I don't like. They're always getting drunk and they do stupid stuff and such. I haven't finished it quite yet but I really hope it gets better. So far, not impressed. If you want a really good Sarah Dessen book, try 'Along For The Ride' or 'Just Listen'. Thank you.
This book is wonderful, i love the dramatic turns and twists throughout the book. The comedy in this book makes it a funny book but also it has serious parts to it that definitly make it a funny yet serious book. I would reccomend this book to pre teens and teens. Read this book i definitly recomend this book.
This book i think was a great read. Remey is a girl that i think doesnt know for sure how to deal with certain thing and i think this can relate to a lot of girls lives... and personally i just love it
This Lullaby has always been my favorite from Sarah. I love Remy and how she isn't the typical lead female character, and Dexter is so lovable in his own way. The characterization and emotions are realistic and relatable and the story keeps you hooked from beginning to end.
I loved this book. It was funny, exciting, heartfelt, and sad. I would read it again!
I fell in love with Dexter!!!!:) Reminds me of my best friend!!!!!<3
Remy is a girl who doesnt belive in love. She has had her fair share of boyfriends and her mom has had plenty of husbands. She meets Dexter and her beflief in love is still the same untill after the breakup. She relizes that two people dont have to be perfect together or be exactly their type......their can be some differences
Well I love that it's about 2 people that can relate to each other but are complete opposites. But you know what they say opposites attract. This is obviously a love story because almost all stories are. You can disagree but name one book that didn't have a couple in love. Or one night flings or something like that. When Dexter and Remy meet there's an instant connection between them which is not only cute but well magical I guess you can say. I won't tell you anymore but if you realize you want to know more READ THE BOOK I'm 100% sure you'll love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know I did
It was a tad boring. I mean the characters, like the characters in most of Sarah Dessen's books, were lively. They were unique and all different and quirky. But Remy's character was a little annoying for me at times, and sometimes the story could get quite predictable. There was a point where I started reading another book because this one was getting dull. You just knew in the end they were going to end up together, no matter what. It seemed like a pointless read, I'd give it a six out of ten.
this lullaby was one of my favorite books that ive read. it was very realistic and easy to read. i absolutely loved all the characters! it had my attention throughout the entire book. never a dull moment. must read! sarah dessen is truly a great author.
I got this book for Christmas from a friend and was pretty excited to read it since everyone bragged about Sarah Dessen. This was my friend's favorite book of Sarah Dessens so I knew I'd love it too. It was such a sweet book. Kind of like a fluffy book without the fluff. Nothing was overdone. Sarah Dessen puts just enough romance in it without making it boring. I wish there was more depth to the ending but other than that I completely recommend this book.
This YA book by Dessen has at its center, Remy, just graduated from high school, who doesn't believe in romantic love. Her own life experience tells her that it doesn't exist. Her mother is about to embark on marriage number five. Her musician father left before she was ever born, wrote her a now famous song when she was born (complete with lyrics exhorting her to not count on him), but never laid eyes on her. She's always skinnied out of any relationship that seemed like it might be getting too deep and the summer before she leaves for college should shape up to be just another in the same superficial dating scene. Then she meets Dexter, who crawls over all her barriers and makes her break all her rules. First, he's a musician and she's always had a no musicians rule because of her father. Next, she doesn't dump him for one of the myriad small reasons that she's tired of boys before. And finally, he's gotten under her skin in a way that no other boy ever has and he is persistent, not allowing her to pull back and retreat when she gets scared. So although Remy knows how a relationship goes, even to being able to predict how long it will last from first infatuation to last goodbye, nothing about Dexter is by the book for her. Dessen has drawn very believable young adult characters, tapping into their belief that they know how the world will always work and in Remy's case, into the sad cynicism she uses as a shield so she won't ever be hurt. Although the adult characters are very secondary, Dessen skillfully uses them to help Remy grow and mature and see the world in a new way. There was only one instance in Remy's interactions with her mother that seemed a bit preachy and obvious, otherwise they were understated and subtle. While this was very obviously a teen romance, it was more than that. It was about the existence of love and the ways in which we close ourselves off from or conversely, open ourselves up to, that experience. It's not about first love or lasting love but just the willingness to accept love, with all its attendant hurts and healings, whether it lasts forever or just a short time. Readers of young adult literature will certainly appreciate this one as it is a nice representation of the genre. Teens will enjoy it too, whether they think love is ephemeral or that they have already met the love of their lives.
I read it ultra-fast, like all Dessens. This one has the marks of a Dessen classic: charming eccentricities in the characters which serve to illuminate their inner lives, also great scenes of suburban life. The scene in a fictionalized Linens-N-Things was brilliant, and (just like character eccentricities) moved the plot forward in a meaningful way. Loved it!
I cannot express how much i Loved this book!! I still have chill bumps from the ending!! In this sweet nostalgic story Remy thinks she has relationships all figured out, right down to the type of hair she is looking for in a summer fling, but when Dexter literally crashes into her she finds out she doesn't really know anything! This is the first one of Ms. Dessens books I have read and definitely will not be the last!!
My favorite book in the history of books.
I love Sarah Dessen, have since I picked up The Truth About Forever. And as normal for me, when I find an author I like; I search out just about every book they have written. This Lullaby has been sitting in my TBR pile for a few months now, and I figured since there were no need to read books waiting, now would be a perfect time to read it. I loved Remy and Dexter, I knew from the first moment they met in her soon to be step-father's dealership that he would be the one she tossed all her rules out the window for. And truthfully; I never did trust Don as far as I could throw him, lol. He just seemed almost too good to be true, and you all know those types. The story behind Remy's distrust of love is one that I am sure a lot of teenagers and even adults can relate to. I know that for me, it was hard to trust in real love for the longest time, just because I had step-mothers coming in and out of my life at an amazing rate when I was younger, but like Remy I found that one person who made me see things in a different light.I would have liked to see more of what Dexter was thinking throughout the book, but seeing as this was all from Remy's point of view I understand. And Ted, was just too much for me, though I am sure that is one of him in just about every band. Overall this was a great book, one that I am sure I will come back to again and again.
YA, romance, trust, family relationships