Esther Rabbit

“Over the two following post-breakup days, Zoey’s apartment held a different kind of music: the nose-blowing orchestra, the weeping philharmonic, the out-of-breath solo.”
― Esther Rabbit, Lost in Amber

“If life had been a calligraphy contest she’d be the right-handed dummy attending her first lesson with the left hand.

She sympathized with the clumsy because she’d always felt like one, it was her own built-in teacher feature. Not understanding where she fit in came with a lot of drama and a lot of days in the rain with no umbrella.”
― Esther Rabbit, Lost in Amber

“The week wasn’t even over and on top of Sam and Emma getting dumped slash divorced, Zoey remembered Ben the janitor freshly divorcing his spouse and Christopher Grave breaking it off for the billionth time with none other than Anthony Bush, her first adult crush. Those two were probably
going to go on and off like the Grand Slam anyway.

The world was soon coming to a broken-hearted zombie apocalypse with the
not-so-better halves roaming the Earth in search of the one meant to put an end to the misery, sales of self-help books going high, therapists’ agendas fully booked, and chick flicks gone out of the shelves of video rental stores—if there were any left post Netflix.”
― Esther Rabbit, Lost in Amber

“Nose wipe?” Zoey pulled out a Kleenex. “Is it just me or does this brand sound exactly like what it’s for…clean your tears after your ex…Kleenex?”
― Esther Rabbit, Lost in Amber