Nina Riva Quotes

Instead, Nina Riva stood on the edge of the cliff she'd never wanted, and looked out onto the water she wished was closer, and for the first time in her quiet life, screamed into the wind.

There was no end to the stories people would tell about what happened at the Riva party, some of which Nina wasn't even sure were true.

She did not think of future or past, but only present. How can I stay, how can I hold on, how can I balance? Better. Longer. With more ease.

And the moment she relinquished that stupid cliffside monstrosity and the tennis star that came with it, Nina Riva felt one hundred times lighter.

But he’s married. To Nina Riva, a swimsuit model.

And the moment she relinquished that stupid cliffside monstrosity and the tennis star that came with it, Nina Riva felt one hundred times lighter. There was finally enough air within her for a fire to ignite.

Sí, claro, papá,” I said. “I would love to go out on a date with Brandon Randall. But he’s married. To Nina Riva, a swimsuit model.” “Mick Riva’s kid?” my dad said. “I cannot stand that guy. Oh. Well, someone like Brandon, then. A nice guy. Go for a nice guy. Please.

The story of June and Mick Riva seemed like a tragedy to their oldest child, Nina. It felt like a comedy of errors to their first son, Jay. It was an origin story for their second son, Hud. And a mystery to the baby of the family, Kit. To Mick himself it was just a chapter of his memoir. But to June, it was, always and forever, a romance.

Twenty-five but she felt forty. Married but she was alone. Childless and yet, hadn’t she raised children?

clutching whole homes in its grasp. The people of Malibu knew how to evacuate. They’d done this before. They would do it again. By the time the fire was contained—the mansion turned to a charred, wet frame, the neighbors’ homes singed and covered in ash, the sky stained gray, firefighters wiping their brows—the lady of the house was nowhere to be found. Nina Riva was midflight. She would read about the fire later in an American paper and clutch her chest, relieved no one had been hurt. She would think of the damage and the distress it must have caused. But she would understand that it was one fire, in a long line of fires in Malibu since the dawn of time. It had brought destruction. It would also bring renewal, rising from the ashes. The story of fire.

So then who is the guy I pick?” “That Brandon Randall is a good one.” Brandon Randall was the number one player in the ATP. They called him “the Nice Guy of Tennis.” “Sí, claro, papá,” I said. “I would love to go out on a date with Brandon Randall. But he’s married. To Nina Riva, a swimsuit model.” “Mick Riva’s kid?” my dad said. “I cannot stand that guy. Oh. Well, someone like Brandon, then. A nice guy. Go for a nice guy. Please.

Ne usciremo vivi battendoci insieme" sussurrò Inej. Nina spostò gli occhi da lei a Kaz e vide che avevano entrambi la stessa espressione. Nina conosceva quello sguardo. Era lo sguardo che nasceva dopo che avevi fatto un naufragio, quando la marea ti si alzava contro e il cielo diventava nero. Era lo sguardo di quando avvistavi terra, e ti tornava la speranza di trovare un riparo e magari anche la salvezza, quella che forse ti stava aspettando su una riva lontana.

Las historias familiares son simplemente historias. Son mitos que creamos sobre las personas que vinieron antes que nosotros para dotar nuestras propias vidas de sentido. Para la mayor, Nina, la historia de June y Mick Riva era una tragedia. Para su primer hijo, Jay, era la comedia de las equivocaciones. Para su segundo hijo, Hud, era la historia de sus orígenes. Y para el propio Mick era tan solo un capítulo más de su vida. Pero para June siempre fue una historia de amor.