Mollie Reads

“What did Saturday's used to taste like? Like eggs and fried ham and the bitter smell of hair in heavy rollers. Like long quiet hours and making up after a fight. Like ointment and bruising. Like waiting, especially, for something - anything - to happen.”
― Lauren Oliver

“This is how we grow: not up, but out, like trees—swelling to encompass all these stories, the promises and lies and bribes and habits.”
― Lauren Oliver, Rooms

“Wine is bottled poetry, he thinks [...] He wonders if the poem of the circus could possibly be bottled.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

“She licked cinnamon sugar off her fingers, sun-heavy and happy, the type of happiness that before might have felt ordinary, but now seemed fragile, like if she stood too quickly, it might slide off her shoulders and break.”
― Brit Bennett, The Mothers