Confessions Of An Alleged Good Girl Quotes

The things we resent about other people, aren't those always the things we hate about ourselves?

It feels natural—we’re giving and receiving and not overthinking it.

The things we resent about other people, aren’t those always the things we hate most about ourselves? (Page 104)

And just like that, with the emptiness on my finger, the literal weight lifted off my hand, I feel that much freer to make my own decisions. I feel less like I owe my daddy my word. Less like I owe Dom my body and more like I belong to me and only me. I feel like I just made room for myself.

I never close my eyes during prayer. It’s not an act of rebellion. I just like how it looks when everyone fades into their own head, squeezing the hand of the person next to them. It’s an intimacy between family members that you can’t really get at any other time—at least, not with my family.

I used to think he was my hero. Wow, and I thought Mom was the villian. It's crazy how they switched places. I follow behind her, thinking of all the times Daddy bulldozed over Mom, and how many times I rooted for him. I was on his side, because he was always on my side, but I guess I didn't realise how maybe I shouldn't cheer for my daddy to silence my mom—despite the fact that I didn't usually like what she was saying.

It's where I go to fart. I don't want to stink up my own room.

When your father asks for a youth leader to lead us in prayer, you should be the first one up, instead of flirting with Dominic for the entire service. I shouldn’t even let you go out with him tonight!

You don’t see Sasha wrapped up in some boy. She always pays attention, she always sings along to every song, she never forgets her Bible at home. Did you know she’s planning to start a Christian club at your school?” Then Mom looks back at me, snarling. “A stranger might think she was the pastor’s daughter.

Dominic Hudson is my daddy’s protégé. He’s really good at performing in church. But he’s also really good at sports, so everyone in town knows who he is. And despite the fact that he’s more involved in church than me, the pastor’s daughter, he doesn’t have that unbreakable reputation of being a Christian kid. Probably because he’s a lot different when we’re not in church, and when adults aren’t around to hear him cuss. Dom’s my dream boy. He’s gorgeous, popular, sweet, and really into me. When he holds my gaze, nothing else matters.

B,” Daddy says, grabbing Mom’s hand and holding it on the console. “Volunteering in church and doing this and that doesn’t make Sasha any better than my little girl. God knows Mo-Mo’s heart.