Anjali James

“Until you got here,” he rasps, “ all this place had ever been was a reminder of all the ways I was a disappointment, and now you’re here and - I don’t know. I feel like I’m okay. So if you’re the ‘wrong kind of woman,’ then I’m the wrong kind of man.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“I felt like I was suffocating.” My voice breaks on the word, and his hands slide into my hair, his eyes rising to mine again. “Like - like everyone was looking at me. And I’m used to feeling like… like I’m the wrong kind of woman, but with Libby it’s always been different. She’s the only person I’ve ever really felt like myself with, since my mom died. But it turns out Dusty was right about me. That’s who I am, even to my sister. The wrong kind of woman.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“Suddenly, though, I can also imagine it. I can almost miss it, this thing I never had.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“All those years spent thinking that I had superhuman self-control, and now I realize I just never put anything I wanted too badly in front of myself.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers