A Rita Award Finalist, Janet Gurtler's young adult books have been chosen for the Junior Literary Guild Selection and as Best Books for Teens from the Canadian Children’s Book Center.
Janet lives in Alberta, Canada, where she curses winter every year and dreams of moving to a world where cold weather means sweaters and boots and not layers of thermal, down, and the possibility of dying if exposed to the elements for longer than 20 minutes.
“I don't think there's a good reason to run unless someone's chasing me. Seriously.”
“Just like that, he's gone. Things can change so quickly. One second you're in the present, the next you're remembering the past.”
“When I was in the hospital, Jeremy made a bet. That you would go to the Winter Ball with Clark." "Really?" I smile. "We're just friends." I tell her. She nods. "They're the best kind.”
“It feels like you stole from me, like you used me. In more ways than one.”
“I just wanted a chance. You know. Like everyone else.”
“I don't want to know their secrets. There's only so far I can go.”
“There's not always time to say everything.”
“There are bigger things to worry about. Bigger things than unrequited love and false kisses.”
“I love you. I don't always understand you, but I love you.”
“I know what it's like to look for someone to fill up the whole inside you.”
“You don't have to say yes to everything, you know. It's okay to say no.”
“Things aren't always as bad as they seem.”
“The heart can function with the wound but it never entirely heals.”
“The heart can function but it never entirely heals.”
“I lie in my bed and think about poking something sharp into my skin. To see if it will hurt, to see if I'll bleed, to test whether I'm still alive. I don't though. For one, because moving means effort. Two, because I'm afraid if [I] start bleeding that I won't stop myself from draining all life from my body. Or worse, that I will.”
“I grab a snap pea and bite off the end of it, and then I pick up my glass of milk. I'm overwhelmed by the emptiness in my middle that food won't fill.”
“If I could take a pill to suck out my insides, shrivel me up into dried-out bones for dogs to cart away, I would do it. Right there.”
“You belong, Jaz. You’re a human being. Color isn’t what you are.It’s just your shade. You’re beautiful. Inside. Where it counts.”
“He tilts his head forward, so close that our noses actually touch, and he winds my braid around his finger. I hold my breath and try to turn off the part of my brain that insists on analyzing every situation and running it through different scenarios and outcomes before taking action. Instead I press on, determined to worry about the consequences later." Sam from WHO I KISSED.”
“What she doesn’t know is that I don’t want to feel better. I don’t want to go on with my life as if nothing happened. Something did happen. Something big."Samatha from WHO I KISSED”
“... We're just different.""Yeah," I say. "I'm mute and you have verbal diarrhea.”