Beach Read

“When I watch you sleep,” he said shakily, “I feel overwhelmed that you exist.”

For January, I don’t care how the story ends as long as I spend it with you.

NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST

Everybody’s got shit, January. Sometimes, thinking about someone else’s is almost a relief.

“You’re never going to believe this crazy coincidence, but we have those in women’s fiction too!”

“We’re going to interview a woman whose sister was in a suicide cult.”

love was an escape rope, but it was her second diagnosis that taught me love could be a life vest when you were drowning.

“Promise not to fall in love with me.”

I slid my hand into his, pretending not to feel the sparks leaping from his skin straight into my veins.

I didn’t understand how he could do that, bounce between being rude, almost condescending, and disarmingly complimentary.