Jenny Jackson

“She felt lonely and pathetic, but she knew that all across the city there were girls just like her who had spent their saturday nights waiting for something to happen, nursing a drink or reading a paperback in a coffee shop or scrolling endlessly on their phones, alone and biding their time until their real l ife would begin.”
― Jenny Jackson, Pineapple Street

“There were things you could do with family that you couldn’t do with your friends. You could let them see you wearing the same outfit three days in a row. You could invite them over for lunch and then mostly ignore them as you finally got off hold with the Internet provider. You could have an entire conversation while wearing crest white strips.”
― Jenny Jackson