Tara Westover Phd Novels & Stories

The file stocked full of documents and gathered information would be the most unbiased explanation, seen through the eyes of a simple observer. I picked up the file. My associates had been thorough at least, the file briefly spanning Tara’s childhood before giving clear details on her time at college. My eyes scanned different pages from documentation of her pregnancy to a timeline for dropping out of college before being swept up in the wave of layoffs that had struck the county. I flipped through another page. The words had my brows furrowing. My fingers clenched the file tighter and tighter, the paper crinkling beneath my hands. I set down the file, stood up, and punched a hole in the wal

"She's lucky my dad is supportive and believes in letting us follow our passions." "Lucky indeed," Westin muttered. "My parents are quite the opposite. They want me to become a doctor, knowing fully well that my dream is to become a computer scientist. Why should I become a doctor when werewolves hardly get sick? Fucking waste of time." "Fair, " Tara and I said at once. After spending the evening together, I headed back home and prepared myself to read and cover up my syllabus and not let thoughts of Craig fill my head. I sat at my reading table, answering a load of questions and drowning myself in coffee. I didn't want to fail the aptitude test like I failed my calculus test. No matter what

Jaycob- The thing about Tara is that she was unpredictable. We shared a brief moment of intimacy almost a week ago when I met her under the bleachers and she had been avoiding me all week after that. Or at least it felt like she was, maybe she was just too busy for me. She never spoke to me in class save for the wave of greeting and opted to walk alone to several of the classes we shared together back to back. I was a little hurt by it to say the least and wondered if I had done something to upset her. Part of me craved that interaction with her, however small it was, but I would never push it. I knew where I stood in this world and I knew where she stood, on opposite ends. She was th

“Taylor, don’t—” “It’s okay,” Taylor said. “You never tell it. But you should. People should know how strong you are.” Amarok’s brows rose. “What happened?” Tara’s eyes widened. “No—Taylor, I said drop it.” But the brothers weren’t letting this go. Geri leaned forward. “Let her talk. We’re listening.” Taylor took a breath. “It happened in high school. One of our teachers… he was a mated wolf. Had a family. But… he was obsessed with Tara. He followed her, watched her, and one afternoon, he lured her into an empty classroom.”