After you finish a book, the story still goes on in your mind. You can never change the beginning. But you can always change the end.

Misfits need a place to get away, too. All that trying to fit in is exhausting.

Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .

Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.

That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.

For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.

He used to believe good things happened in this kind of weather.