Jenna

“And who the hell are we,” he finally said, voice low and thick, “to carry something so precious?”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds

“Hazel wasn’t her job or her curls or her cute button-up blouses. She was the tart spark of blueberries on his tongue, she was salt air and rainy days, she was the perfect book. She was kisses and secret smiles. She was everything. He just needed her.”
― Laurie Gilmore, The Cinnamon Bun Book Store

“Wreck me, shatter me, destroy me, be the ruin of me. I don’t care, just make me feel again,”
― Jescie Hall, Hawke

“Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue