Waiting on Wednesday {3}

"Waiting On" Wednesday is a weekly event, hosted by Breaking the Spine, that spotlights upcoming releases that we're eagerly anticipating.

 

 

Title: Graffiti Moon

Author: Cath Crowley

Release Date: February 14, 2012

Senior year is over, and Lucy has the perfect way to celebrate: tonight, she's going to find Shadow, the mysterious graffiti artist whose work appears all over the city. He's out there somewhere—spraying color, spraying birds and blue sky on the night—and Lucy knows a guy who paints like Shadow is someone she could fall for. Really fall for. Instead, Lucy's stuck at a party with Ed, the guy she's managed to avoid since the most awkward date of her life. But when Ed tells her he knows where to find Shadow, they're suddenly on an all-night search around the city. And what Lucy can't see is the one thing that's right before her eyes. {GoodReads}

I'd seen reviews of this book a few times around the blogosphere and though it got some great feedback, it didn't seem like a book I'd be into. So I never added it to the pile. Then about a month ago, a fellow blogger on GoodReads started posting quotes of the book and they ended up in my timeline...seriously, I couldn't click the Amazon button fast enough to get a copy. But I was shit out of luck, because it's an Aussie title and not being released in the US until February 14th. Only 13 days left until I can get my hands on this mostly-likely-going-to-be-epic book.

 

Some quotes from Graffiti Moon:

“I guess love's kind of like a marshmallow in a microwave on high. After it explodes it's still a marshmallow. But, you know, now it's a complicated marshmallow.”  

“For a while, for as long as you're looking at it, that painting is the world and you get to be in it.”  

“Emma Forest?" Jazz asks. "His ex is the girl with the big...?"
"That's the one," Daisy tells her.
Jazz looks at her chest. I pat her shoulder. "Guys care about personality too."
"Girls like me started that rumor.” 

“It isn't the smallness of this place that bothers me. It's the grey that's worked its way into the walls. It's the stains on the carpet from some other life that came and left before ours. Bert always said he'd give me a good deal on paint but some places take burning down and rebuilding to make them shiny."

"Pretty harsh," Leo said when I called him to come get me because she'd left me in the gutter with a broken nose. She never even called to check she hadn't killed me. A date like that makes a guy wish they would drop the bomb. Right over his house.”

“I've got this special way of getting the truth out of Dylan."
"How?" I ask.
"I kick him in the balls."
"That's pretty special,”

“You've been looking like this for months." Leo does something strange with his face.
"I don't look like that."
"Yeah. You do."
"I'll look like that if Daisy dumps me, and she'll dump me if she thinks I lied," Dylan says.
"You threw eggs at her head. Odds are she's dumping you anyway." 
I turn to Leo. 
"We decided. We said that we weren't telling anyone. We said it was art for art's sake. We said the more people knew, the more chance the cop's pick us up. We said it was you and me, no crew."
"Are you sure I didn't say it was to score girls?”