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320 pages, Hardcover
First published July 28, 2020
Two girls at a southern school for the arts find themselves in a bitter rivalry over the final spot in the scholarship program, even as they anonymously fall in love on a fanfic site.
"People will never stop asking for things. If I want to spend my life as an artist, I’ll spend my life creating what other people expect of me."
"Hate is a complicated word. Some people believe hating is wishing death on someone. Others think it’s three-minutes-in-a-dark-broom-closet away from True Love™. If this is the case, I don’t hate Rhodes Ingram at all: I don’t hate her, and I would rather die myself than be alone with her anywhere. But, oh, it feels good to say it: I hate Rhodes Ingram. I hate Rhodes Ingram. I. HATE. RHODES. INGRAM."
"Have I given up on myself? Surely, if I just made my craft more of a priority, I’d get back in the swing of it, right?"
"Her face has been etched on the surface of my heart for as long as I’ve known her, and I don’t think I’m ever going to know where hate ended and want began—because is there really that much of a difference? Does it matter what I call the way I feel about her, as long as I know she’s flavored most of my thoughts?"
"Iliana, friend and rival. Lover and enemy."
"Hearts are fickle things. Hate is complicated."
"...despite being worst enemies in real life, their anonymous online identities are starting to like each other...a lot. When the truth comes out, will they destroy each other's future?"

“She says she sees this version of Alice in me and reminds me almost daily that being brave simply means doing the hard thing—even if you’re terrified.”
“My conversation with Mom a few nights ago hangs over my head, an entire childhood of Sarah standing too close to the blast zone while I pack dynamite into the crevices of each wall that has stood in the way of getting what I want. She has always been in the position to lose something where I’ve stood to gain.”
“No, I want to scream back to myself. Cheshire is the realest thing I have right now. Cheshire is real. What we have is real. And yet. The whispering continues. Anxiety doesn’t care about the laws of the universe. All it takes is one singular seed of fear and all bets are off.”
“All I want is to curl up next to Cheshire and listen to all of her theorizing face-to-face, find some kind of a keyhole I could squeeze through into another life and another world where anonymity and distance doesn’t separate us. Sometimes I’m afraid that all she sees of me is a computer screen—to me she’s real, and she’s perfect. She’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“I’ve been stretched about as far as I can go, and the only thing left is for me to snap.”
“According to Sarah, Iliana left Victory Hills High School like she leaves everything else: scorched earth, dousing every bridge with gasoline and dropping matches on her way out. Sarah told me once that she doesn’t know which came first: Iliana hating, or being hated.”
“I gave her what she needed—space—and I turned my heart toward the very specific pain of getting used to the idea of what life will look like now without the person who filled it with color.”
“She walks past Sarah and me without another word, a girl who struck a match and doesn’t wait around to watch the entire world catch fire.”