Most people, in the end, really are all on their own.

[C]ouches and chairs covered in scratches aim away from one another, making it possible for a dozen people to sit in this room at once and not have to talk to one other person, which is a miracle in furniture arrangement.

My Heart and Other Black Holes is alive with intensity, gut-wrenching honesty, moments of humor, and -- of course -- heart. This is an extraordinary debut by a striking new voice in YA fiction that left me in awe and moved beyond measure. Not to be missed.

There's something ugly about a pretty boy who knows he's pretty and assumes everyone else know it too.

The story you choose to tell isn't always the story you believe.

We were alive. I remember it that way. We were still alive, and we couldn't see how close we were to the end.

Sometimes a perfect memory can be ruined if put to words.