Sunday night, I reread The Catcher in the Rye until I felt tired enough to fall asleep. Only I never got tired enough. And I couldn't read, because reading didn't feel the same.

It was unbelievable. She was standing there, staring at him like he was a real rock star.

So he's like a human compass? As far as superpowers go, that's pretty lame. You're like the Caster equivalent of Aquaman.

Lena Smoothed her hair. "Crazy weather you have down here.

The guys were going down one road, and I was going down another.

She leaned into my shoulder. "Maybe you don't have to be a Caster to have power." I pushed her hair behind her ear. "Maybe you just have to fall for one.

I couldn't sit by and watch them try to take her down. Not her.