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336 pages, Hardcover
First published June 19, 2018
And even then she was less alone here than she'd believed. Less alone than she'd feared.
“He was a boy made to be conquered, maybe even saved. But not by Lulu. She was neither a knight or a Nightingale. She was a girl made to be selfish. She would have her own adventures.”
“Queens, Lulu-cat. We've crowned ourselves. We run ragged as we please. The only people who tell us what to do are each other.”
“I can't go around proving I'm American to everyone I meet. That's too exhausting. And, I'm Arab too. It's in-between. I'm in between. It doesn't come with a neat package or a support group. It just is. I can't change it. And even If I could, I wouldn't.
I don't fit. And sometimes that's the worst-knowing I'll never fit; nowhere will ever feel comfortable and nowhere will ever accept me all the way.”
"English, unlike Arabic, was not a poetic language. English had been cobbled together by too many unknown parents, too many unsure users. English lacked the single word that differentiated an attacking lion from one at rest. Nor did English have the capacity to relay the succinct, linguistic separation of a maternal uncle from a paternal one. English was not a thoughtful language."