“I wish I had a friend like Zoey. Or maybe just one friend at all.”
Zoey nodded seriously. “The ‘no random annotations’ rule stands.” dork diaries used books
I pulled it out reverently. Price: $1.25. “I wish I had a friend like Zoey
My heart did a little tap-dance. The cover was worn, the corners softened like they’d been chewed by a golden retriever, and the spine had those beautiful white crease lines that meant someone had read it a dozen times. Someone had loved this book. Price: $1
And at the very end, on the last page, next to “The End,” she had written in faint pencil, as if she’d been trying to hide it even from herself:
Zoey thought for a moment. “Well, you can’t give it back to her. That would be social suicide. But you also can’t keep it. That’s weird.”
Zoey found me ten minutes later, holding a stack of books two feet high. “Nikki? You okay? You look like you just saw a ghost wearing a glitter beret.”