Chapters (51)
- Front Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- A Message from Ramona
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- A Message from Ramona
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- A Message from Ramona
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- A Message from Ramona
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- A Message from Ramona
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- A Message from Ramona
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Bonus Material
- Reading Group Guide
- Roan Parrish’s Latkes
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Back Cover
Had he gone too far? Was the notebook too much? Or had Ash simply withered in the face of Truman’s organizational zeal?
He dropped onto the couch and threw an arm over his face. All his excitement about the ideas for Thorn had deflated.
Hey, he messaged Germaine and Charlotte. What percentage of budding friendships are ruined by one side’s over-enthusiastic brainstorming about business ideas, would you say? Because I might have just demonstrated that it’s a drastically underrepresented category of social destruction!
He added laughing and crying emojis, then the clown face.
Oh no, Truman! came Germaine’s quick reply. The florist?
Yup. A rose emoji, then a frowning emoji. I brainstormed him right into a panic about his business.
Psh, wimp, Charlotte wrote. Him, that is.
Maybe I was a little, um. Overenthusiastic.
One of your most endearing qualities! wrote Germaine.
If flower boy can’t see that you have great ideas, then he doesn’t deserve you. Or them.
Yeah, Germaine wrote. Real talk, are you INTO flower boy?
Stop calling him flower boy, it makes him sound like he’s a child in someone’s wedding. And NO. I am done with men.
Truman searched for a GIF of someone from a black-and-white movie dramatically collapsing onto a fainting couch, but before he found it, Charlotte replied.
You’ll never be done with men, Truman. You’re a hopeless romantic. Emphasis on hopeless.
Haha, Truman wrote.
But. Was that true? He’d never thought of himself that way before.
It’s true, T, Germaine wrote.
What? No I’m not! Circumstantial evidence!
Not what that means, Charlotte replied immediately.
Joke alert, C.
Getting facts wrong is not now and will never be funny.
Truman snorted.
Okay, you want proof? Your favorite part of TDoZ is when Aerlich begins to stray toward the darkness and Clarion pines over him for LITERALLY the rest of her life.
THAT is your proof??
Germaine sent a screen of broken hearts.
I kinda agree, boo, Germaine wrote. Like, I love Aerlich, as you well know, but by book six I really wanted Clarion to be with Illonial.
Truman’s blood boiled as it always did when this came up.
She can NOT be with Illonial. He doesn’t love animals!!! It’s like the basis of her whole interaction with the WORLD!!!
Charlotte sent a thumbs-down emoji.
People can be in love and not share all the same interests, she wrote.
That’s NOT a partnership! Clarion and Aerlich were so connected and they had the same worldview and values. They were a team and they faced the world together until—
Truman broke off because it was too painful to rehash Aerlich’s fate.
Charlotte sent a laughing emoji and wrote, SEE?
You’re a super romantic, babe, Germaine agreed.
Truman wasn’t sure how to render the sound of a grumble in a chat, so he wrote, GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE.