books like hush hush by becca fitzpatrick

“This is how Saturday night’s supposed to be. We were at the center of the dance floor, being jostled and bumped on every side. “Groove it, baby,” Vee yelled at me over the mindless thump, thump, thump of music, lacing her fingers through mine and swaying our hands over our heads. Community religious leaders kept threatening to board up Coldwater’s hotbed of iniquity for disorderly teens. Rumor had it that a secret door behind the bar led to the basement, and the basement led to a man named Storky, who operated a thriving pirated anything business. The layout inside was standard: a dance floor sandwiched between a stage and a bar. Tonight Vee’s wish to seek out a good time took us across town to a four-story brick warehouse throbbing with club music, swimming with fake IDs, and jam-packed with bodies producing enough sweat to take greenhouse gases to a whole new level. And unlike me, Vee lives for a good party. Vee is even taller, with ash-blond hair, serpentine-green eyes, and more curves than a roller coaster track. I am slender and tallish-by human standards-with big curly hair that tests my patience, and I’m a type A personality. They say opposites attract, and Vee and I are proof of the validity of the statement. Vee and I have an unshakable bond that even a laundry list of differences can’t break. Namely, in the form of my best friend of twelve years, Vee Sky. I might not have normalcy, but I do have stability. I personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world. He’s also a fallen angel, kicked out of heaven for his flexibility when it comes to following rules. The sound of his voice, low and sexy, can melt my heart in three seconds flat. Patch has seven inches on me, operates on cold, hard logic, moves like smoke, and lives alone in a supersecret, superswanky studio beneath Delphic Amusement Park. Normal and I parted ways when Patch strolled into my life. As in, I wouldn’t know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye. Crew outlet and spending my babysitting money on iTunes, normal and I have recently become perfect strangers. My name is Nora Grey, and while I used to be an average American teen, buying my clothes at the J.

My ideal Saturday night would be at home, snuggling on the sofa and watching a rom-com with my boyfriend, Patch.

THE EARSPLITTING MUSIC, THE gyrating bodies, the inebriated smiles-not my thing.

Books like hush hush by becca fitzpatrick