Frankly, my dear, I dont give a damn!

There was nothing left to say. He covered her body with his, And as she put her arms around him she could picture him in all his incarnations: age five, and still blond; age eleven, sprouting; age thirteen, with the hands of a man. The moon rolled, sloe-eye in the night sky; and she breathed in the scent of his skin. 'I love you,' she said.

He kissed her so gently she wondered if she has imagined it. She pulled back so slightly, to look into his eyes. And then there was a shot.

This new book I'm reading, has me captivated with ever word Jodi Picoult writes. I believe the words displayed on the many pages, the feeling put forth for us to feel. The pact, is a book i recommend you read.