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312 pages, Paperback
Published April 1, 2023
“An already-broken girl who let a boy break her a bit more, just for the hell of it.”
“You can't wait for a man to come around and put you back together. You have to put yourself back together first, and become the kind of woman who deserves a good man.”
“My broken soul mirrors his. A kindred mess in the making.”
“Is it possible you discover yourself in words penned by a stranger? Can you find your soulmate in the pages of a book?”

“I am a girl of ashes and embers. And now...I will rise.”
I'm a blubbering mess.
Who on earth is Julie Johnson and why isn't she more visible? Oh dear Lawd.
“When did you get so wise, Katharine Firestone?”
“Not wise. Just marginally less stupid.”
"Allowing yourself to be weak is the hardest thing in the world. But maybe that’s the whole point. Maybe, when it’s damn near impossible, it means you have something to lose. Something that matters."
“You can tease, but my point is, we aren’t meant to be happy all the time. I think we need sadness and pain and horror, otherwise all the joy we experience means nothing. If you never feel fear, you can’t be courageous enough to overcome it. If you never have your heart broken, you have no barometer to measure the biggest love of your life. Without the dark, there’s no light.”
“I grew up watching all these movies of epic love stories on the big screen. They were inescapable. Men and women who are destined to cross paths, fated to fall in love, predetermined to be together forever because it’s supposedly written in the stars or steered by invisible winds or sparked by the prick of cupid’s arrow. Soulmates. One, single person in the universe who is meant just for you.” His eyes hold mine and I feel the temperature in the room kick up by several degrees. When he continues, his voice is fraught with tension. “But that’s not real. It’s fiction. It’s the Hollywood spin. It’s the fairy tale that never really comes true. Because while the idea that we all have a single soulmate is lovely… It’s also bullshit. [...] Love isn’t some unavoidable destiny, some fate you can’t sidestep. It’s a choice you make —and keep making —every day of your life.”
“You treat people like pawns on your chessboard, always calculating how to bend the pieces to your will, always seeking to overthrow the balance of power so you’re in control of the game. But you’ve never seemed to realize that, when you win at chess, you end up all alone on the battlefield. A sad, crooked king, with nothing to show for his victory except a crown no one is even left to admire.”
“One inch lower, and slightly to the right.”
-A girl giving her boyfriend very explicit directions… about where to hang her new painting.
"It sounds, to the unknowing ear, like a fairy tale: two childhood co-stars, reunited after a decade of distance, starring in the most epic romance of the year. A love tailor-made for movie screens.
Unless, of course, you know the truth.
That the hero wouldn’t stay.
That the heroine couldn’t change his mind.
That it wasn’t really love at all —just the potential for something wonderful, wasted on two people who were never meant to be."
Harper scoffs. “Kent, did we or did we not have a discussion about you being an overbearing caveman?”
“We did.”
“And?” Harper plants her hands on her hips. “Do you recall the conclusion of said discussion?”
He shrugs. “You huffed and puffed about me taking care of you. I heard you out, because I think you’re kinda cute when you’re yelling your head off. Then, I decided to keep doing exactly what I’m paid to do, which is protect Miss Firestone and you, by proxy, whenever you’re with her, which is most days because the two of you are a package deal. Though, since you and me are sleeping together every night and I’m practically living at your apartment, from now on I’ll be protecting you wherever you go, regardless of your friends.” He looks at me briefly. “No offense.”
“None taken.”
He swivels his head back to Harper. “Point is, you’re my girl, and I protect what’s mine.”
"People are always waiting around for that magical person who’ll walk into their life and fix them, who’ll offer up some vital piece they’ve been missing and make them complete. They spend years trying to fit their broken edges against another person’s and call themselves whole and healed. The only problem with this, of course, is that expecting anyone else to fix you is an unequivocal disaster.
You can’t wait for a man to come around and put you back together. You have to put yourself back together first, and become the kind of woman who deserves a good man.
You can’t settle for someone; you have to strive for them —strive to be better, to do better, to love better."
"Is it possible to discover yourself in words penned by a stranger? Can you find your soulmate in the pages of a book?"
"Every day, you have a choice about how you’re going to live your life.
Choose sunshine, baby. Always choose sunshine.
You look so much prettier with light in your eyes."



