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.

She wasn't as destructive as Bee. She had never been as dramatic. Rather, she'd slipped carefully, stealthily away from her ghosts.

I dont really write with the idea of trying to teach any lessons. I want to tell a story as truthfully and engagingly as I can, and then let the chips fall where they may.

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

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.

Love yourself and your friends unconditionally .

She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.