How It Ends

I got a new book today. I’ve been wanting to get it for awhile, but we were at the bookstore today after going out to eat with my Grandma, Grandma Shirley, Aunt Sharon, and my mom. SO I wanted to get it. The book is called How It Ends by Laura Wiess.

We looked all over the W section, but couldn’t find it. So, we went and asked one of the people that worked there. They told us where it was. We went back to the W section and began looking. The first time, we didn’t know how to spell her last name because I had forgotten. But this time we did remember. But we looked, and still couldn’t find it. Then, mom found a book by a women name Weirner. And, holy crap. So many different jokes ensued because of what her name sounded like. Though, I’m sure she pronounces it differently. I told mom I could imagine how many people made fun of her as a kid. I said I felt very sorry for her, but I would have been one of them. I was crouched down and still laughing. I had tried seeing if mom was pronouncing the name wrong, but found she wasn’t. With all the laughing, I lost my balance (yeah, yeah, big SHOCKER!) and fell on my butt. I took a glance at the shelf and all laughing stopped. I happened to look right where the book How It Ends was sitting. There were only two left. I told mom that that was one time when I was glade my poor balance kicked in. If I hadn’t fallen over, I probably wouldn’t have found that book. The damned thing it so small!

That’s the cover on the book I got. There are many other different covers, but the two books there only had this one. I think I like this one best, though.

Description (taken from back of book)

Laura Wiess, the acclaimed author who once brought us “a girl to walk alongside Harper Lee’s Scout and J. D. Salinger’s Phoebe” (Luanne Rice), brings us another memorable young woman, this one at the center of an extraordinary novel of how love ends, how it begins, and what it’s worth to protect it…

All Hanna’s wanted since sophomore year is Seth. She’s gone out with other guys, even gained a rep for being a flirt, all the while hoping cool, guitar-playing Seth will choose her. Then she gets him — but their relationship is hurtful, stormy and critical, not at all what Hanna thinks a perfect love should be. Bewildered by Seth’s treatment of her and in need of understanding, Hanna decides to fulfill her school’s community service requirement by spending time with Helen, her terminally ill neighbor, who she’s turned to for comfort and wisdom throughout her life. But illness has changed Helen into someone Hanna hardly knows, and her home is not the refuge it once was. Feeling more alone than ever, Hanna gets drawn into an audiobook the older woman is listening to, a fierce, unsettling love story of passion, sacrifice, and devotion. Hanna’s fascinated by the idea that such all-encompassing love can truly exist, and without her even realizing it, the story begins to change her.

Until the day when the story becomes all too real…and Hanna’s world is spun off its axis by its shattering, irrevocable conclusion.

I haven’t read but only a few pages of the book yet. If I like this one enough, I may get her other twos books: Such a Pretty Girl and Leftovers.

What really stuck me to the book and made me want to get it was the combination of a few thing I had read from her website.

One; Part of the description from the back of the book is what made me look into the book more:
Until the day when the story becomes all too real…and Hanna’s world is spun off its axis by its shattering irrevocable conclusion.

Two; This cover;

Three; This that was used in the book, but written out again on her website:

“I would not willingly peel back the scar tissue protecting the deepest chambers of my heart and reveal the bruised hollows pooled with the blood of old wounds — the terror comes just thinking about it — but now, facing darkness,

I am left with no choice.

I love you, and because of that I am going to try and raise the dead.”

— Louise Bell Closson, How It Ends

Four; And this line that was on the top of the cover that’s on mine;

“Laura Wiess boldly goes where other writers fear to tread.”

–A. M. Jenkins, author of Damnge

The book is written in first and third person. I just flipped through the pages to see, but it’s first person for Hanna (main character) and Helen (given the title Gran, but she’s not actually Hanna’s grandma) and then third person is thrown in every-so-often for something else that is happening in the book, but when you’re still with Hanna.

I think it’s a little frustrating that she spells Hanna without the last H. I’ve gotten so used to Hanna with the last H, that I forgot you could spell it without the last H.

I’ma make a banner for this book later.

Quote Me, I Quote You

…even though no one actually quoted me. XD

MORE!!!!!

Dr. Foreman: No neurologist in his right mind would recommend that.
Dr. House: Show of hands: who thinks I’m not in my right mind? [nobody moves] And who thinks I forget this very basic neurological fact? [nobody moves again] Who thinks there’s a third option?
[Dr. Chase raises his hand]
Dr. House: Very good. What’s the third choice?
Dr. Chase: No idea. You just asked if I thought there was one.

Dr. House: [to the crowd in the walk-in clinic’s waiting area] Hello, sick people and their loved ones! In the interest of saving time and avoiding a lot of boring chitchat later, I’m Doctor Gregory House; you can call me “Greg.” I’m one of three doctors staffing this clinic this morning.
Dr. Cuddy: Short, sweet, grab a file.
Dr. House: This ray of sunshine is Doctor Lisa Cuddy. Doctor Cuddy runs this whole hospital, so unfortunately she’s much too busy to deal with you. I am a board [emphasized to sound like “bored”] …certified diagnostician with a double specialty in infectious disease and nephrology. I am also the only doctor currently employed at this clinic who is forced to be here against his will.
[House turns to face Dr. Cuddy.]
Dr. House: That is true, isn’t it?
[He turns back to the crowd.]
Dr. House: But not to worry, because for most of you, this job could be done by a monkey with a bottle of Motrin. Speaking of which, if you’re particularly annoying, you may see me reach for this: this is Vicodin. It’s mine. You can’t have any. And no, I do not have a pain management problem, I have a pain problem. But who knows? Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’m too stoned to tell. So, who wants me? [nobody moves] And who would rather wait for one of the other two guys?
[Everybody raises their hands]
Dr. House: Okay. Well, I’ll be in Exam Room One if you change your mind.

Dr. Cameron: Men should grow up.
Dr. House: Yeah, and dogs should stop licking themselves. It’s not going to happen.

Dr. House: [In exam room with mother and daughter] This is why you’re here?
Mother: Sugar is the leading cause of obesity in America.
Dr. House: You want a doctor to scare her about the dangers of sugar.
Mother: She needs to get her weight under control.
Dr. House: Well, you know, I feel sorry for those other kids, Wendy, who don’t have a mom like yours- a mom who knows that sugar causes heart disease, appendicitis, and athlete’s foot.
Mother: [being humble] Oh, that’s not fair!
Dr. House: Oh, yes it is! No, I get it. You want her to slim down so she can wear pretty clothes like yours. [Puts on fake girly voice] Love the bracelets! Hey, what about matching outfits? You could be twins! [Gasps] She can’t be your daughter! It’s impossible, you look way too young! [To daughter] Happy birthday. [To mother] Get the kid a damn ice cream cake. [leaves]

Dr. Foreman: Why are you riding me?
Dr. House: It’s what I do…has it gotten worse lately?
Dr. Foreman: Yeah. Seems to me.
Dr. House: Really. Well, that rules out the race thing. ‘Cause you were just as black last week.

Dr. Foreman: Sleeping sickness from sex?
Dr. House: It’s not without precedent.
Dr. Foreman: I’m pretty sure it is, unless you’re talking about going to Africa and having sex with the tsetse fly.
Dr. House: A Portuguese man was diagnosed three years ago with CNS-affected sleeping sickness. His only connection with Africa was through a girlfriend who’d served under the military in Angola.
Dr. Chase: Oi, where’d you find that?
Dr. House: The journal of the Instituto de Higiene e Medicina Tropical. You don’t read Portuguese?
Dr. Cameron: You do?
Dr. House: I’m pretty sure that’s what it said. Either that or it was an ad for sunglasses.

Dr. Foreman: Are you saying there is a brain tumor that three ER doctors, two neurologists and a radiologist missed?
Dr House: Partridge in a pear tree missed it as well.

Dr. House: As long as you’re trying to be good, you can do whatever you want.
Dr. Wilson: And as long as you’re not trying, you can say whatever you want.
Dr. House: So between us, we can do anything. We can rule the world!

[Cameron is in the lab working on some equipment]
Dr. House: Mixing up some margaritas? Mine’s a double, Senorita. That’s Portuguese you know.
Dr. Cameron: [too quietly] Spanish.
Dr. House: Uh-oh. What’s going on?
Dr. Cameron: I’m re-calibrating the centrifuge.
Dr. House: Turn around.
[She does, and she’s obviously been crying.]
Dr. House: It’s a very sad thing, an un-calibrated centrifuge. It makes me cry too.
Dr. Cameron: I’m not crying.
Dr. House: Ok.
[pause]
Dr. Cameron: When I was in college, I… I fell in love, and I got married. And…
Dr. House: At that age the chances of a marriage lasting…
Dr. Cameron: It lasted six months. Thyroid cancer metastasized to his brain. There was nothing they could do. I was 21, and I watched my husband die.
Dr. House: I’m sorry. But that’s not the whole story. It’s a symptom, not your illness. Thyroid cancer would have been diagnosed at least a year before his death, you knew he was dying when you married him. Must have been when you first met him. And you married him anyway. You can’t be that good a person and well adjusted.
Dr. Cameron: Why?
Dr. House: Because you wind up crying over centrifuges.
Dr. Cameron: Or hating people.

Dr. House: Last three months, same five ties. Thursday should be that paisley thing.
Dr. Wilson: It’s a gift from my wife!
Dr. House: No it’s not, Julie hates green. You bought that yourself. You want to look pretty, at work.[Pause, then in a sing-song tone] Wilson’s got a girlfriend!

(haha, I saw this in a commercial and have been trying to find the quote for so long! I found it! Though, only the last line was in the commercial, so I didn’t know it was the quote till I read that part.)
Dr. House: I, Margo Davis, have been informed of the risks which may arise from my refusal of advised medical care. I hereby release—
Margo: Who are you?
Dr. House: I work for the hospital. —the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, its employees agents, and otherwise from any adverse medical conditions resulting from my refusal. It is not the hospital’s fault if my son kicks off.
Margo: Kicks off?
Dr. House: I punched up the language a little, mostly for clarification. I understand my doctors consider my decision to be completely idiotic—
Margo: Why are you doing this?
Dr. House: —but I am convinced that I know more than they do, I took a biology course in high school. I assume that’s… yeah. Besides, I enjoy controlling every single aspect of my son’s life, even if it means his death. Sign here, please. I brought a pen.
Margo: Who are you?
Dr. House: I’m the doctor who’s trying to save your son. You’re the mom who’s letting him die. Clarification: it’s a beautiful thing.

Dr. Wilson: [Reading a poem Georgia left for Dr. House] “The healer with his magic powers/I could rub his gentle brow for hours/His manly chest, his stubbled jaw/Everything about him leaves me raw—”
Dr. House: Psych ward’s upstairs.
Dr. Wilson: “—with joy. Oh, House your very name / Will never leave this girl the same.” It’s not bad for an 82-year-old. She asked me to give that to her true love.
Dr. House: What can I say? Chicks with no teeth turn me on.
Dr. Wilson: That’s fairly disgusting.
Dr. House: That’s ageism.
Dr. Wilson: You better watch yourself around this babe.

Dr. House: [to Georgia] I’m sorry, but the fact that the sexual pleasure center of your cerebral cortex has been over-stimulated by spirochetes is a poor basis for a relationship. Learned that one the hard way.

Dr. Wilson: Hey, I’m a man. I don’t have time for laundry. I’m saving lives here.

Dr. House: You’re brain damaged. [pause] Doomed to feeling good for the rest of your life.
Georgia: [excited] Really? Well, when I stop being contagious, I’ll come by for a check up [Winks].

Dr. House: Send Cameron. She’s the only one of you who’s managed to talk her into anything.
Dr. Chase: Not this time. Matt’s mom won’t make a move until she gets that opinion from the CDC.
Dr. Wilson: [scoffs] Godot would be faster.

Dr. House: Mr. Adams, would you step outside for a moment?
Adams: Why?
Dr. House: Because you irritate me.

Dr. House: DNR means Do Not Resuscitate. It does not mean Do Not Treat!

Dr. House: Like I always say, there’s no “I” in “team.” There is a “me,” though, if you jumble it up.

Dr. Foreman: You assaulted that man.
Dr. House: Fine. I’ll never do it again.
Dr. Foreman: Yes, you will.
Dr. House: All the more reason this debate is pointless.

Dr. Wilson: You know how some doctors have the Messiah complex – they need to save the world? You’ve got the “Rubik’s” complex; you need to solve the puzzle.

More House!

These are also funny. But I think the last one takes the cake!

Dr. House: This is our fault. Doctors over-prescribing antibiotics. Got a cold? Take some penicillin. Sniffles? No problem. Have some azithromycin. Is that not working anymore? Well, got your Levaquin. Antibacterial soaps in every bathroom. We’ll be adding vancomycin to the water supply soon. We bred these superbugs. They’re our babies. And they’re all grown up and they’ve got body piercings and a lot of anger.

Jill: My joints have been feeling all loose, and lately I’ve been feeling sick a lot. Maybe I’m over training; I’m doin’ the marathon, like, ten miles a day, [House looks tired] but I can’t seem to lose any weight.
Dr. House: Lift up your arms.
[she does so]
Dr. House: You have a parasite.
Jill: Like a tapeworm or something?
Dr. House: Lie back and lift up your sweater.
[she lies back, and still has her hands up]
Dr. House: You can put your arms down.
Jill: Can you do anything about it?
Dr. House: Only for about a month or so. After that it becomes illegal to remove, except in a couple of states.
[he starts to ultrasound her abdomen]
Jill: Illegal?
Dr. House: Don’t worry. Many women learn to embrace this parasite. They name it, dress it up in tiny clothes, arrange playdates with other parasites…
Jill: Playdates?
Dr. House: [shows her the ultrasound] It has your eyes.

Dr. House: Get up. We’re going hunting.
Dr. Foreman: For what?
Dr. House: Wabbits.

Dr. Cameron: A needle in the haystack.
Dr. House: It’s worse than that. We don’t even know what’s the needle we’re looking for.

Dr. House: See, this is why I don’t waste money on shrinks, cause you give me all these really great insights for free.
Dr. Cuddy: [smiling] Shrink. If you would consider going to a shrink, I would pay for it myself. The hospital would hold a bake sale, for God’s sake.

Dr. House: Your husband is definitely the source of your ‘mono’.
Jill: Oh, wow. Oh, thank God. Wow, I’m going to be a mom. Whoa, heh heh. Thank you so much; I gotta get you a gift or something.
Dr. House: Sometimes the best gift is the gift of never seeing you again.
Jill: Okay, all right! But, Dr. House, you’ve been so awesome. I mean, I really, totally trust you. Do you think you —
Dr. House: No.
Jill: — could you do the prenatal?
Dr. House: No.
Jill: Or deliver the baby?
Dr. House: That would be no.
Jill: Okay!

Dr. Wilson: I’m still amazed you’re actually in the same room with a patient
Dr. House: People don’t bug me until they get teeth.

Dr. House: Don’t worry. Many women learn to live with this parasite. My own mother, for example. Forty-five years and she only complains about it now from time to time.

Dr. House: I’ve been a doctor for years. Why do I have to keep assuring people I know what I’m doing?

Dr. House: What the hell are those?
Dr. Cameron: Candy canes.
Dr. House: Candy canes? Are you mocking me?
Dr. Cameron: No, i-it’s Christmas and I, I thought…
Dr. House: Relax, it’s a joke.

Dr. House: In ten seconds, I’m going to announce that I gave her [the patient] the wrong dosage.
Dr. Cuddy: [Taken aback] You’re going to admit negligence?
Dr. House: Unless you leave the room, you’ll have to testify as a witness. [Cuddy crosses her arms] Five, four, three, two… So there I was in the clinic, drunk, I opened the drawer, closed my eyes, grabbed the first syringe I could find and…. [Cuddy leaves quickly]

Nun: Sister Augustine believes in things that aren’t real.
Dr. House: I thought that was a job requirement for you people.

Dr. House: How is the nun?
Dr. Chase: Which one?
Dr. House: The cute one, I think she likes me. The sick one, obviously.

House; Funnest Mad in Fiction

….also the biggest ass. XD

Holy crap. I was looking up House, the series. And I found a page for House quotes. I found this one. It’s so funny. I couldn’t stop laughing!

Tattooed Walk-in Patient: [turning to leave] I should go.
Dr. House: You think it’s going to come out on its own? [the patient stops] Are we talking bigger than a bread basket? Because, actually, it will come out on its own, which for small stuff is no problem – it’s wrapped up in a nice soft package and plop. Big stuff – you’re going to rip something, which, speaking medically, is when the fun stops.
Tattooed Walk-in Patient: How did you–
Dr. House: You’ve been here half an hour and you haven’t sat down, that tells me its location. You haven’t told me what it is, that tells me it’s humiliating. You have a little birdy carved under your arm, and that tells me you have a high tolerance for humiliation, so I’m figuring it’s not hemorrhoids. [pause for awkward silence] I’ve been a doctor twenty years. You’re not going to surprise me.
Tattooed Walk-in Patient: It’s an MP3 player.
Dr. House: [trying to keep himself from laughing] Hmm. Is it… is it because of the size, or the shape… or is it the pounding bass line?
Tattooed Walk-in Patient: What are we going to do?
Dr. House: I’m going to wait.
Tattooed Walk-in Patient: For what?!
[Scene change: House leaving the walk-in clinic]
Dr. House: [to the reception nurses] Okay. It’s 3 o’clock, I’m off. Could you tell Dr. Cuddy there’s a patient in exam room 2 that needs her attention? And the RIAA wants her to check for illegal downloads.

After reading that quote, I asked myself, ‘Does it count as an illegal download if you manually install it up your ass?’ <—That made my mom laugh when I told her.

Oh, you've gotta love House. He's my favorite fictional character since Sherlock Holmes.

Quote; Stephen King

“…Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”

Quoted from Stephen King, but the quotie, was Reid from Criminal Minds. In the scene he used it, perfect. Really hit home. He used it, referring to the criminal, a second personality. It was one of those people that had alternate personalities. The person was abused at a very young age, and it’s split personality was created to protect him. Quote, ‘I can take it. I’m strong them Adam. I can take it.’ Though, in the end, the split personality over shadowed the real one, and the real one was, so far, never heard from again. Reid continued to visit the second personality, hoping she would do the right thing, and let Adam free. But she said something, can’t remember what it was, and when she left, he looked into the mirror in the room, and the quote above was spoken. The monster, or ghost, being the second personality.