I adore book-to-film adaptations when they're done well, and I'm more lenient than many readers when it comes to what counts as 'done well.' For me, the most important thing is that the film maintains the spirit of the original book.

I always listen to you. Except when I don't.

I am standing here in the shed, and I'm waiting to see if my seeds are going to poke out ofthe dirt. I don't know if it's too early to look for signs of life or if, this time, winter has claimed my family for good.

His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most

Do you feel better?” I asked Sam as he opened the door to the Volkswagen for me. “Yes,” he said. He was still a terrible liar. “Good,” I said. I was still a fantastic one.

The journal and Gansey were clearly long acquainted, and he wanted her to know. This is me. The real me.

We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.