“Books were, and always would be, something a little magic and something to respect.”
―
Sally Thorne,
The Hating Game
“The trick is to find that one person who can give it back as good as they can take it.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“Watching you pretend to hate the nickname is the best part of my day.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I have a theory. Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. I've had a lot of time to compare love and hate, and these are my observations.Love and hate are visceral. Your stomach twists at the thought of that person. The heart in your chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through your flesh and clothes. Your appetite and sleep are schredded. Every interaction spikes your blood with adrenaline, and you're in the brink of fight or flight. Your body is barely under your control. You're consumed, and it scares you.Both love and hate are mirror versions of the same game - and you háve to win. Why? Your heart and your ego. Trust me, I should know.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I hope it's not too forward of me to say, but your eyes are incredible, Lucy. I die when you blink.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I want to know what’s going on in your brain. I want to juice your head like a lemon.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“It's a corporate truth universally acknowledged that workers would rather eat rat skeletons than participate in group activities.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“All I want to do is kiss you until I fall asleep. I want to slide in between your sheets, and find out what goes on inside your head, and underneath your clothes. I want to make a fool of myself over you.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“What are you imagining? Your expression is filthy.”“Strangling you. Bare hands.” I can barely get the words out. I’m huskier than a phone-sex operator after a double shift.“So that’s your kink.” His eyes are going dark.“Only where you’re concerned.”Both his eyebrows ratchet up, and he opens his mouth as his eyes go completely black, but he does not seem to be able to say a word.It is wonderful.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“When you get so little of someone, you take what you can get.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I love him so much it's like a thread piercing me. Punching holes. Dragging through. Stitching love into me. I'll never be able to untangle myself from this feeling. The color of love is surely this robin's-egg blue.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I love you, Lucy Hutton. So much, you have no idea. Please be my best friend.” ― Sally Thorne
“How You Doing, Little Lucy?” His bright tone and mild expression indicates we’re playing a game we almost never play. It’s a game called How You Doing? and it basically starts off like we don’t hate each other. We act like normal colleagues who don’t want to swirl their hands in each other’s blood. It’s disturbing.“Great, thanks, Big Josh. How You Doing?”“Super. Gonna go get coffee. Can I get you some tea?” He has his heavy black mug in his hand. I hate his mug.I look down; my hand is already holding my red polka-dot mug. He’d spit in anything he made me. Does he think I’m crazy? “I think I’ll join you.”We march purposefully toward the kitchen with identical footfalls, left, right, left, right, like prosecutors walking toward the camera in the opening credits of Law & Order. It requires me to almost double my stride. Colleagues break off conversations and look at us with speculative expressions. Joshua and I look at each other and bare our teeth. Time to act civil. Like executives.“Ah-ha-ha,” we say to each other genially at some pretend joke. “Ah-ha-ha.”We sweep around a corner. Annabelle turns from the photocopier and almost drops her papers. “What’s happening?”Joshua and I nod at her and continue striding, unified in our endless game of one-upmanship. My short striped dress flaps from the g-force.“Mommy and Daddy love you very much, kids,” Joshua says quietly so only I can hear him. To the casual onlooker he is politely chatting. A few meerkat heads have popped up over cubicle walls. It seems we’re the stuff of legend. “Sometimes we get excited and argue. But don’t be scared. Even when we’re arguing, it’s not your fault.”“It’s just grown-up stuff,” I softly explain to the apprehensive faces we pass. “Sometimes Daddy sleeps on the couch, but it’s okay. We still love you.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I always thought you’d live underground somewhere, near the earth’s core,” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“How somebody can’t recognize their own eyes, I’ll never know.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“Shyness takes so many different forms. Some people are shy and soft. Some, shy and hard. Or in Josh’s case, shy, and wrapped in military-grade armor. “Josh,” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I pull back. "I'm going to have to change my computer password.""Oh yeah? To what?""I-love-Josh.""4 eva, he replies.""You cracked my password?” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I tug him down to lie on me properly. “I’m pretty heavy. I’ll flatten you.” “I’ve had a good life.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“He did not smile back, and somehow I feel like he’s been carrying my smile around in his breast pocket ever since. He’s one up.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“The trick is to find that one person who can give it back as good as they can take it.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“Watching you pretend to hate the nickname is the best part of my day.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I have a theory. Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. I've had a lot of time to compare love and hate, and these are my observations.Love and hate are visceral. Your stomach twists at the thought of that person. The heart in your chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through your flesh and clothes. Your appetite and sleep are schredded. Every interaction spikes your blood with adrenaline, and you're in the brink of fight or flight. Your body is barely under your control. You're consumed, and it scares you.Both love and hate are mirror versions of the same game - and you háve to win. Why? Your heart and your ego. Trust me, I should know.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I hope it's not too forward of me to say, but your eyes are incredible, Lucy. I die when you blink.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I want to know what’s going on in your brain. I want to juice your head like a lemon.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“It's a corporate truth universally acknowledged that workers would rather eat rat skeletons than participate in group activities.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“All I want to do is kiss you until I fall asleep. I want to slide in between your sheets, and find out what goes on inside your head, and underneath your clothes. I want to make a fool of myself over you.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“What are you imagining? Your expression is filthy.”“Strangling you. Bare hands.” I can barely get the words out. I’m huskier than a phone-sex operator after a double shift.“So that’s your kink.” His eyes are going dark.“Only where you’re concerned.”Both his eyebrows ratchet up, and he opens his mouth as his eyes go completely black, but he does not seem to be able to say a word.It is wonderful.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“When you get so little of someone, you take what you can get.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I love him so much it's like a thread piercing me. Punching holes. Dragging through. Stitching love into me. I'll never be able to untangle myself from this feeling. The color of love is surely this robin's-egg blue.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I love you, Lucy Hutton. So much, you have no idea. Please be my best friend.” ― Sally Thorne
“How You Doing, Little Lucy?” His bright tone and mild expression indicates we’re playing a game we almost never play. It’s a game called How You Doing? and it basically starts off like we don’t hate each other. We act like normal colleagues who don’t want to swirl their hands in each other’s blood. It’s disturbing.“Great, thanks, Big Josh. How You Doing?”“Super. Gonna go get coffee. Can I get you some tea?” He has his heavy black mug in his hand. I hate his mug.I look down; my hand is already holding my red polka-dot mug. He’d spit in anything he made me. Does he think I’m crazy? “I think I’ll join you.”We march purposefully toward the kitchen with identical footfalls, left, right, left, right, like prosecutors walking toward the camera in the opening credits of Law & Order. It requires me to almost double my stride. Colleagues break off conversations and look at us with speculative expressions. Joshua and I look at each other and bare our teeth. Time to act civil. Like executives.“Ah-ha-ha,” we say to each other genially at some pretend joke. “Ah-ha-ha.”We sweep around a corner. Annabelle turns from the photocopier and almost drops her papers. “What’s happening?”Joshua and I nod at her and continue striding, unified in our endless game of one-upmanship. My short striped dress flaps from the g-force.“Mommy and Daddy love you very much, kids,” Joshua says quietly so only I can hear him. To the casual onlooker he is politely chatting. A few meerkat heads have popped up over cubicle walls. It seems we’re the stuff of legend. “Sometimes we get excited and argue. But don’t be scared. Even when we’re arguing, it’s not your fault.”“It’s just grown-up stuff,” I softly explain to the apprehensive faces we pass. “Sometimes Daddy sleeps on the couch, but it’s okay. We still love you.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I always thought you’d live underground somewhere, near the earth’s core,” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“How somebody can’t recognize their own eyes, I’ll never know.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“Shyness takes so many different forms. Some people are shy and soft. Some, shy and hard. Or in Josh’s case, shy, and wrapped in military-grade armor. “Josh,” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I pull back. "I'm going to have to change my computer password.""Oh yeah? To what?""I-love-Josh.""4 eva, he replies.""You cracked my password?” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“I tug him down to lie on me properly. “I’m pretty heavy. I’ll flatten you.” “I’ve had a good life.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
“He did not smile back, and somehow I feel like he’s been carrying my smile around in his breast pocket ever since. He’s one up.” ― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game
