Amy Reads Almost Everything

“For three years I've been eating like him, exercising like him, working tirelessly to befriend his friends and impress his family, going to his favorite breweries, and all along I thought it was my idea, my life. Only now, without him in the picture, absolutely none of the rest of the picture makes sense. I'm not sure which parts of me are him and which parts are genuinely my own. And I want to know. I want to know myself, to test my edges and see where I stop and the rest of the world begins.”
― Emily Henry, Funny Story

“This was an all too familiar social scenario for me; standing alone, staring into the middle of distance. It was absolutely fine. It was absolutely normal. After the fire, at each new school, I'd tried so hard, but something about me just didn't fit. There was, it seemed, no Eleanor-shaped social hole for me to slot into.”
― Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

“What is my identity, even? What the fuck is that? How would I know? I've pretended to be other people my whole life, my whole childhood and adolescence and young adulthood. The years that you're supposed to spend finding yourself, I was spending pretending to be other people.”
― Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died

“It is terrible to be alive. But it is worse to be dead to ourselves.”
― Kat Dunn, Hungerstone