“Why does it say she has three hundred and twenty friends?" Josh asks. "Who has that many friends?”

“Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.”

“Josh turns to me. “I can’t believe she’s writing these things.” “Not she,” I say. “Me.” “Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? It’s crazy!” “Exactly,” I say. “I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.”

“I don't know exactly what it is, but it looks like interconnected websites where people show their photos and write about everything going on in their lives, like whether they found a parking spot or what they ate for breakfast.""But why?" Josh asks.”

“Rejection always hurts, but having it come from my best friend was the worst.”

“I was so anxious about what kind of kiss it would be-because my friends back home described so many types-and it turned out to be the beautiful kind. You didn't shove your tongue down my throat. You didn't grab my butt. We just held our lips together...and kissed.”

“Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? It's crazy!”