Different people were good at different things, Lena mused. Lena was good at writing thank-you notes, for instance, and Effie was good at being happy.

I mean putting yourself out there in the way of overwhelming happiness and knowing you're also putting yourself in the way of terrible harm. I'm scared to be this happy. I'm scared to be this extreme.

I agree that a love of reading is a great gift for a parent to pass on to his or her child.

She'd loved him as much as he'd let her. More than he'd let her.

Your problem isn't the problem, it's your attitude about the problem.

But there were times when you felt miserable and you wanted to feel better, and other times when you felt miserable and you figured you would just keep on feeling miserable.

She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.