oooho! So this is what you-all were talking about! I like it, but I'm going to have to lock up my memory of it as soon as I comment. Quote:
I was sitting on the couch, talking to Juniper about going outside (I wish the rain would just not come!) and suddenly, Samson topples over the back of the couch and is in my lap. Which was, in itself, totally shocking and made it hard to breathe. But then! THEN! When he DID sit up, he totally leant over towards me and had his arm behind me and surely he was playing around but the point remained he was so CLOSE to me and I couldn’t BREATHE and it was just so surprising and shocking! I was so giddy, too, because he was grinning and laughing and playing along.
That is SOO cute. She's describing herself to herself. I did that when I was eleven 
but I had no one like Samson so I was able to breathe. Unless I just decided to not breathe. Quote:
Samson Carswell is a stupid boy. And there will be many, many better boys out there than him.
What? That's a lie! Admit you like him, Issy! You'll never have peace until you admit it! Trust me, I know! Been there, done that!
Issy shouldn't lie to herself, it's bad for the sanity 
and if she doesn't admit she likes him she'll never get over him.
I like this. Issy is entertaining. Can I be her psychiatrist? I think she might need counseling, but don't we all?