Nerds, jocks, cheerleaders, goths, gays, straights, blacks, whites, that kid in the wheelchair-no one was safe.

The Summary: She had begun acting out in every way that a frustrated bundle of pubescence possibly could: she stole things, she swore like a drunken pirate, and she punched people. There's a difference besides the capitalization, I swear!)

It's filled with humor and love interests who would rather punch and kick each other than make googly eyes over corpses that they're supposed to be Killing. This was a great book, a strong main character, light on the romance, a wonderful and well-built setting. Sitting atop a black and purple–streaked motorcycle was, in a startling number of details, the exact type of villain depicted in the Never Talk to Strangers! picture book that had been drilled into Lex as a child: a man six feet tall, in his late thirties, lean but strong, roguishly attractive.Because I have priorities, man! Make her likeable and sympathetic, despite her attitudeĪnd, most importantly, give her the hottest Grim Reaper uncle in the whole wide world. “But it’s nothing more than a butter knife until you put it into action.” How do you make a different girl, a special girl into a main character that doesn't feel like a Mary Sue? “So it’s agreed, the scythe is totally dreamy.” He stood up and grinned that unglued smile again. Lex turned her scythe over in her hands once more, unable to take her eyes off it.

Rogue by gina damico