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336 pages, Paperback
First published June 11, 2024
He was Chinese American, tall enough to rest his chin on the top of Cleo’s head, and bouncing on the balls of his feet so rapidly that his floppy black hair was getting in his eyes.

Love makes you stupid became her mantra, and by "stupid" she meant "sad." and by "sad" she meant "weak," and by weak" she meant “daring to believe, despite all evidence to the contrary, that the universe has anything to offer but darkness."
“That’s—thank you,” she said.
Billie narrowed her eyes, but in that way that was closer to a smile, Cleo was quickly learning, than a scowl. “For what?”
“For revealing that you’re not just an asshole, but an asshole with a heart of gold, which is way cuter.” What? What are you saying, Cleo?