Status Updates From Like: A novel

“You barbarian, she was saying, stealing a painting, stealing such a beautiful painting.”

“Surely, after all, it was only me who knew she was so strange, so mad, so perverse beneath the propriety and the poise of her?”

“My grained Ash,
are you running like sparks through the stubble?”

😭♥️

“For instance, maybe that’s what home is, your own smell, as basic and uncomplicated as that; the smell you share with others close to you, or the condensation that forms from your own breath on the windows you look through every day. All of the people on this flight are going somewhere, maybe home, like they are. Each of these people will know a special smell of home.”

This book is giving Gilmore Girls vibes and I have no problem with it.