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“What she needs are stories.
Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget.
Stories come in so many forms: in charcoal, and in song, in paintings, poems, films. And books.
Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget.
Stories come in so many forms: in charcoal, and in song, in paintings, poems, films. And books.
Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives--or to find strength in a very long one.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“There is a point when the night breaks.
When the darkness finally begins to weaken, and lose its hold over the sky. It's slow, so slow she doesn't notice until the light is already creeping in, until the moon and stars have vanished.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
When the darkness finally begins to weaken, and lose its hold over the sky. It's slow, so slow she doesn't notice until the light is already creeping in, until the moon and stars have vanished.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“Her shadow stretches out ahead - too long, its edges already blurring - and small white flowers tumble from her hair, littering the ground like stars. A constellation left in her wake, almost like the one across her cheeks.
Seven freckles. One for every love she'd have, that's what Estele had said, when the girl was still young.
One for every life she'd lead.
One for every god watching over her.
Now they mock her, those seven marks. Promises. Lies. She's had no loves, she's lived no lives, she's met no gods, and now she is out of time.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Seven freckles. One for every love she'd have, that's what Estele had said, when the girl was still young.
One for every life she'd lead.
One for every god watching over her.
Now they mock her, those seven marks. Promises. Lies. She's had no loves, she's lived no lives, she's met no gods, and now she is out of time.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Evie’s 2025 Year in Books
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