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First published June 25, 2024
⊹ ࣪ ˖ “sometimes, a book can change your life. it's hard to explain to someone who doesn't read, or who has never felt their heart bend so strongly towards a story that it might snap in two. some books are a comfort, some a reprieve, others a vacation, a lesson, a heartbreak.”
- "because love stories were enough. they were safe. they would never fail me."
- "they were words that tucked me into bed at night when i was alone, they were words that played the soundtrack of my heartbeat, the what-ifs, the second-guesses, the nights i sat alone, and wondered, why not me? those books were like arms i fell into, armor that protected me from the world when life was hard."
- "so who could blame me for sinking into books, where i knew the people weren't real, but they also never disappointed me? i knew everything would work out in the end. i knew happy endings were destined, even afters fated, and no matter what trials and tribulations and, well, surprise fuckups happened, things would end up okay."
mini spoiler : i didn't enjoy the little plot with bea at the end. the idea of it made complete sense to me, but if anders and elsy were going to end up together in the end, i think it was dumb for that to be included. it made me a little hesitant about their relationship, and whether or not anders was going to be a reliable partner in the end. but to be honest i completely understand him, so its not really that big of a deal.
The fireflies danced around us, the wind winding through the trees, and when he set his eyes on me, I felt like the only story he wanted to read. And that was dangerous, because he was fictional and Rachel had written someone for him. Someone good. And it wasn’t me
“Follow your heart, Even if it leads you wrong, will you really regret it?”
"Sometimes a book can change your life. It's hard to explain that to someone who doesn't read, or who has never felt their heart bend so strongly towards a story that it might just snap in two."
"So who could blame me for sinking into books, where I knew the people weren't real, but they also never disappointed me?
"The fireflied danced around us, the wind winding through the trees, and when he set his eyes on me, I felt like the only story he wanted to read."
"I couldn't remember the last time someone had kissed me that passionately--savored me, like I was the last sentence in his favorite book."
"You don't like naps? What's wrong with you? Who hurt you as a child?"
"It wasn't the end that mattered, but every word leading up to it."
"Love was a bunch of small things that added up to bigger things. Love was feeling valued. And accepted. Just the way you were."






“Because love stories were enough. They were safe. They would never fail me.”
“I want a first chapter, and a second and a third—those long chapters, you know, the ones you have to take a break from halfway through. I want all of it, not just the end.” He looked down at my hands, and took them in his, and squeezed them tightly. “And I want it with you.”
“If you loved something—someone—sometimes you had to let them go. And if they loved you, too, they’d come back. Love—true love—always came back.”
“Sometimes, a book can change your life.”
“I couldn’t remember the last time someone had kissed me that passionately—savored me, like I was the last sentence in his favorite book.”