Tara Kelly adores variety in her life. She’s an author and one-girl-band by night, and a graphic designer, video producer, and photographer by day. She lives in Sin City with her beloved guitars, sound design master husband, and a fluffy cat named Maestro.
Ratings: I give honest ratings, even if I like you. I'm extremely picky with quirky tastes and many books (even well written books) don't connect with me. Anything 3 stars and above means I LIKED it, and it's a compliment. If a book ends up on my 'mythang' shelf, it means I found it especially memorable for one reason or another.
“He said, 'Jasmine actually seemed like part of the band tonight.'" A smile twitched his lips. "Then he questioned his sanity.”
“Do you have a name I asked?" I asked."Yes." He stared back at me, blinking."What is it?""Clover." He looked away and typed something into the computer. His mouth kept twitching, like he was trying to hold in laughter."Seriously?"He pushed his sleeve up, giving me a view of a blue clover tattooed on his forearm. "I'm half Irish."And half shithead.”
“Normal is an ideal. But it’s not reality. Reality is brutal, it’s beautiful, it’s every shade between black and white, and it’s magical. Yes, magical. Because every now and then, it turns nothing into something.”
“If you like someone, you tell the truth because that, to me, is respect. If you hate someone, you tell them the truth because what do you have to lose?”
“She knows her place in this world. She can tear down its walls, and still nobody knows her name. - Naomi”
“Maybe I was being naive. Even stupid. I mean, who would trade Standford for being homeless? [...] But I had to know if I was meant to be a musician. Otherwise I'd spend the rest of my life regretting it. Asking myself... what if?”
“Dave walked closer to me, his dark eyes combing my every move. "Do you always hold your guitar like that?"I dropped my pick. "Do you always shop at Hot Topic?”
“I really wanted something, giving myself permission to screw up wasn't an option”
“He'd probably spent as much time practicing scales as he had jacking off.”
“First loves can fuck you up.”
“Why was the world so obsessed with sameness?”
“You smell like a concert.”
“If you don't care, don't ask me how I am. Chances are, I don't care how you are, either. And it's not because I don't respect you or think you're loser. I just don't know you well enough to care yet. So, let's pass each other in silence and go on with our lives.”
“I love who you are. Because you accept me for who I am. You make me laugh, sometimes even at myself. And you make me happy.”
“Everything you say is worthwile to me. Even when you don't let me finish a sentence.”
“There are certain moments in life you can't miss.”
“Why was it considered normal for a girl to live for fashion and makeup, but not car engines or bugs? And what about sports fanatics? My mom had a boyfriend who would flip out if he missed even a minute of a football game. Wouldn't that be what doctors considered autistic behavior?”
“I guess music is your drug of choice.”
“All I know is I make sense to me- it's other people who seem complicated.”
“I'd been preparing myself to apologize. Forgive and forget, as Mom says. "Fuck you," I said.”