We all wind up drawn to what we're afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.

If she was going to die, she might as well die sarcastic.

We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be

But if you didn't believe in monsters, then how were you going to be able to keep safe from them?

A second book that makes you rethink the first book is the Holy Grail of a series.

Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.

God, I hate you,” she says. “So much. Why do boys think that it will be better to lie and tell a girl how much they loved her and how they only dumped her for her own good? That they only tried to rearrange her brain for her own good? Does it make you feel better, Cassel? Does it? Because from my perspective, it really sucks.