We are thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding.

I thought I might cry, the way you do when someone gives you some kindness when you most need it but when it seems the most surprising thing.

Maybe sometimes you just feel like everything can be taken from you all at once.

I don't get why prom is like a mini-wedding these days...No one should spend that kind of money for a high school dance.

You could put your confusion and upset and worries into whatever book you were reading. You could sort of set them down in there, and you could come out with your head on a little straighter. I don't why stories worked that way, but they did.

You can want one thing and have a secret wish for its opposite.

Have you worked here long?" Sebastian asks. Just a few months," I say. "Do you come here a lot?" As if you don't know, Jade. I used to come every day, or, you know, when I could, I'd bring Bo after work. Or just myself." At night sometimes. You'd climb the fence. You'd watch the stars. You'd tilt back your head and look at the sky. You'd think it over, whatever it was.