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

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

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

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

Something I would always remember. When you forget how bad it hurts, you feel so free.

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

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.