Richelle Mead

John Cusack is standing over there. ” I followed his incredulous gaze to where a man very like Mr. Cusack did indeed stand, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against a building. I sighed. “That’s not John Cusack. That’s Jerome. ” “Seriously?” “Yup. I told you he looked like John Cusack. ” “Keyword: looked. That guy doesn’t look like him. That guy is him.