How we cite our quotes:
Quote #1
No one is my hot librarian, she thought now, losing her place in the fic she was reading. No one is my hot anything. (12.16)
Fanfiction can be a tough thing to read when you're single, if you know what we mean. *cough* Fifty Shades of Grey *cough*
Quote #2
Maybe he'd already gone to bed. Maybe Cath could climb into his bed like Goldilocks, and if he woke up, she'd just say "later" and run away. (16.174)
The socially awkward stalker is a rare and skittish species, but it does (in theory) exist.
Quote #3
She could handle Levi here, in this room, where nothing was grown-up yet. Where there was a twin bed and posters of Simon Snow on the wall. Where Reagan could walk in at any minute. (25.265)
Simon Snow is sort of a sexy-boy talisman for Cath. She's definitely sending serious I'm still a kid signals to anyone who might want to get busy with her. However, the room gets a little more grown up every time Levi walks in, forcing her to make a choice between childhood and adulthood.
Quote #4
Cath exhaled. Then inhaled. Her chest was so tight, it hurt both ways. Levi shouldn't get to make her feel this way—he shouldn't even have access to her chest. (15.45)
There are a lot of references to love feeling like stomach and chest pain in Fangirl, but this one has an alternate meaning. This kind of wordplay, in which a phrase has both an overt and covert meaning (often a sexy one), is called a double entendre. Now go impress your friends with your fancy French words.
Quote #5
"He's different," Cath said. "He's older. He smokes. And he drinks. And he's probably had sex. I mean, he looks like he has." (16.56)
What does a guy who's had sex look like? Or a girl, for that matter? It must be more than the absence of a Simon Snow tee-shirt.
Quote #6
Levi was an adult. He had a truck. And facial hair. And he'd slept with Reagan; she'd practically admitted it. (16.97)
The marks of adulthood: a vehicle, a beard, and an implied past sexual experience. We promise there's more to it than that.
Quote #7
God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down. (31.281)
It's funny how we zoom in on random features of the people we're attracted to. Bulging biceps? Chiseled abs? Meh. Cath's got a total chin fetish.
Quote #8
"Anyway, I don't feel like it has to happen now, like immediately, but he makes me want to. And he makes me think… that it'll be okay. That I don't have to worry about screwing it up." (32.64)
Cath's social anxiety extends to her sex life, or lack thereof. One of her major obstacles is learning to live in her own body.
Quote #9
When they were done laughing, Wren punched Cath's arm. "You'll be fine. The first few times you do it, you only get graded on attendance." (32.72)
On the one hand, this is a decidedly unromantic view of losing your virginity. On the other, though, it's kind of a relief and, for better or worse, kind of true.
Quote #10
She'd spent a lot of time in his lap lately…She also spent a lot of time deliberately not thinking about anything else that might be happening in his lap; his lap was abstract territory, as far as Cath was concerned. (33.20)
Check out how Rowell uses the euphemism "lap" here, as if Levi gets Cath so hot and bothered she can't even think in correct anatomical terms.