Yay! It’s Sunday Street Team Day! Today I will be featuring Danielle Ellison’s favorite quotes from her book Days Like This. I hope you enjoy and be sure to check the book information below!.. and fun fact.. I actually met Danielle Ellison at the Chapter by Chapter book event hosted by Jennifer L. Armentrout September 2014!!!
Favorite quotes from DAYS LIKE THIS:
Cass was full of energy and passion and everyone else had to run to catch up to her walk. Even my mom would say, “That girl is contagious.” I didn’t know what she meant back then, but when Cassie laughed, the whole room laughed. When Cassie was sad, everyone felt it. When she got an idea in her head, no one doubt- ed her ability to do it. Everyone believed her. Believed her stories, her smile, believed that she had a chance to do something different.
Different. Eccentric. Contagious. Maybe they were the same thing, the normal thing, and I was the stable one who never made sense in her life. Why would she want dependable when she could have adventure?
I’d always thought Cass singing was something too personal for even me. She was like that. She found something that she loved, something that she was too afraid to lose, then she took it and held it close. Once we found a snail with a blue shell in the woods, and she thought it was beautiful so she took it home and put it in a Mason jar. It was something so precious to her that she didn’t know how to share it. Sort of like I’d used to think I was to her. Always how she’d been to me.
Cass was afraid to lose things, and that fear kept her from sharing them; but eventually without room to breathe and space to move, she killed them. Just like that snail in the jar. Just like us.
June was only inches from me. I could smell the coconut sunscreen. “I know because lost people—we can sense the confusion in other lost people.”
“You’re lost?” I asked. June didn’t seem lost. She seemed sure of herself.
“I’m fucking Peter Pan.”
I took a step away from her. “Well, thanks. I’ll keep that in mind if I need to never grow up.”
“You’re lost, too,” she said a little louder. I turned back to her again. “I can see it.
There are different kinds of lost. Cassie lost her way, but I think you’ve lost something else completely. You just don’t want to admit it.”
I fluttered my eyes open, but Rohan pressed his mouth against mine and his hands ran down my back. I wanted to tell him, but I didn’t. Instead I tried to forget. I kissed him back, and eased his shirt over his head as he took off mine. He ran his fingers across my breasts before taking off my bra, and then all my thoughts were gone.
Three seconds. Then I lost control of my own brain and my body operated on autopilot.
Five seconds. The amount of time before my back was flush with his leather couch and it gently tugged at my skin, but I didn’t let it stop us.
Seven seconds. Then I didn’t feel guilty; I didn’t feel anything except him on top of me. I turned to dust and nerves and no words survived.
“Cass…” he whispered, his lips trailing down my stomach.
My body tensed up at the name, but Rohan didn’t notice. The weight of Graham’s name, of his voice saying it when we made love, of him on the phone before, the memory of it all came crashing back over me. It made me kiss Rohan harder.
Every piece of life had music in it; we only had to find it. Writing music, writing life, helped me focus on the important moments. The ones that needed to be felt and captured and remembered. That was all music was: moments frozen into songs. I heard the songs as if they were really playing around me—and sometimes, lately, I’d been hearing the ones I was trying to forget.
Mom called a lot of things “pure”, especially the ocean. There was nothing like the ocean for us. I always thought I could keep her focused on the pretty days and she’d be okay, we’d be okay, and it would be enough, but I’d fail. I always failed.
I told myself it would be okay. My head didn’t believe me. My heart didn’t either. They both knew. They knew that this moment, this feeling, was what happened right before we drowned–and that the only person who I wanted to save me could barely talk to me.
Sometimes the only thing standing between fear and hope is you.
Almost a year ago, nineteen-year-old Cassie Harlen had a lot to deal with. A stack of college acceptance letters waiting for answers, a proposal from the boy next door, and a mother whose most recent bipolar episode left Cassie hurt and confused. Tired of cleaning up the messes caused by her mother’s disorder, of resenting her mother for not being there, and scared of being trapped by an inevitable future—which included marrying Graham Tucker—Cassie did the only thing she could think of to keep from ending up like her mother: she left.
Graham never knew why Cassie walked away. He woke up one morning and she was gone—along with the life that he’d created around her. After eleven months, Graham has a new plan for his future. One that doesn’t involve Cassie Harlen.
When Cassie’s mom nearly burns down her house, Cassie’s forced to return home. Back to a mother she’s tried to ignore and the guy she’s been unable to forget. Graham doesn’t know how he’s going to spend the whole summer living next door to the person who broke his heart without letting those old feelings push through to the surface.
Neither does Cassie.
About the Author:
Danielle Ellison spent most of her childhood reading instead of learning math. It’s probably the reason she can’t divide without a calculator and has spent her life seeking the next adventure. It’s also probably the reason she’s had so many different zip codes and jobs.
Danielle is the author of the YA books, Salt, Storm, and Follow Me Through Darkness. Days Like This is her first NA.
When she’s not writing, Danielle is probably eating cookies, fighting her nomadic urges, watching too much TV, or dreaming of the day when she can be British. She has settled in Northern Virginia, for now, but you can always find her on twitter @DanielleEWrites.