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320 pages, Hardcover
First published January 28, 2025
“I've always had this theory that if I want something badly enough, the universe will make sure to keep it just out of my reach—either out of boredom, or cruelty, like an invisible hand dangling stars on a string.”
“I'm a good student, a good daughter, a good example. But I've never been a good person. I don't know how to be.”
“The world just felt smaller without you.”
“For anyone who's ever wished they could be someone else.”
“Maybe a miracle will happen. Maybe the universe will be kind for once, and when I reach up, the stars will fall into my palms”
“I'm simply not that good. Not in academics. Not in extracurriculars. Not as a student, or a daughter, or a human. It doesn't matter if I crammed my brain to the point of breaking with formulas and dates, threw myself into my classes, painted until the skin on my hands blistered and split open. Here is incontrovertible proof. Something in me is missing. Lacking.”
“They've bet everything on me—their time and energy and savings—and this is what I have to show for it. Sunk costs. A failed investment.”
“You have to prove yourself over and over, and when the glory for your most recent achievement expires, as it must, as it always will, you have to start again, but with more eyes trained on you, more people waiting for the day when your talent withers, and your discipline weakens, and your charm wears away. Success is only meant to be rented out, borrowed in small doses at a time, never to be owned completely, no matter what price you're willing to pay for it.”
“Do you always have to tease me? You couldn't just be nice?”
“It's hard to resist. I don't know why I do it, really. It's only with you.”
“Maybe it's because you don't like me. Because you hate me.”
“No, I could never hate you.”
“It's really you, isn't it? I can't believe it. I didn't want to believe it, but there's no other explanation for this. I know you too well.”
“Because I don't want a quiet life, I want a brilliant one. Because I need to know what it's like to win. To be the best.”
“You're not like Cathy. You're nothing like her.”
“I try again and again and nothing happens. Nothing comes of it. I'm never going to be first. I can't even be second, like Cathy.”
“That's the one thing I've worked for my entire life—to be someone who matters. That's why my parents moved to this country. That's my purpose. If I can't do it, then what's the point of anything? What's the point of me? What possible value could I provide?”
“You really don't know yourself at all, do you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You have no idea. You truly have no idea what you mean to me. You can't see yourself from anyone else's perspective; you don't even really know yourself.”
“I didn't feel alone. I realized I would never have to be alone again, if you were there.”
“You know it's my weakness. You know you're my weakness.”
“Then come back to me.”
“I miss it all. I miss my life because even when I felt like I had nothing, I had everything. I just didn't know it at that time. You never do, until it's in hindsight.”
“Jenna, you're all I've ever wanted. It's always been you. It can only be you.”
“I thought I needed to be the kind of person who'd sacrifice for success. I thought sacrifice was a good thing, that it proved you were determined, dedicated. But there are some things I have to keep for myself. Like, my integrity. Like my dignity. My sanity.”
“you came over and stood next to me. and suddenly—suddenly I didn’t feel alone. I realized I would never have to be alone again, if you were there.”
“Success is only meant to be rented out, borrowed in small doses at a time, never to be owned completely, no matter what price you're willing to pay for it.”
“It's my life,” I think with amazement, “and it's beautiful, and I can paint it any colour I want to.”
“We turn pain into a story, because then it has a purpose. Then, we reason, there was a point to it all along. But sometimes pain is just pain, and there’s nothing particularly noble about clinging to it.”
“You know, I used to have this theory that if I wanted something badly enough, the universe would make sure to keep it just out of my reach. Like a cruel joke, or a trick. But . . . maybe the cruelest trick the universe can play on us is to give us exactly what we wish for.”
“You have to prove yourself over and over, and when the glory for your most recent achievement expires, as it must, as it always will, you have to start again, but with more eyes trained on you, more people waiting for the day when your talent withers, and your discipline weakens, and your charm wears away. Success is only meant to be rented out, borrowed in small doses at a time, never to be owned completely, no matter what price you're willing to pay for it.”
"That's the one thing I've worked for my entire life—to be someone who matters. That's why my parents moved to this country. That's my purpose. If I can't do it, then what's the point of anything? What's the point of me? What possible value could I provide?”
“I thought I needed to be the kind of person who'd sacrifice for success. I thought sacrifice was a good thing, that it proved you were determined, dedicated. But there are some things I have to keep for myself. Like, my integrity. Like my dignity. My sanity.”
pg 12 | • i already relate to jenna chen SO MUCH. she is me, i am her. always trying your hardest but never being/feeling as good as everyone else is honestly so true. every single one of my friends are so smart, theyre always above average while i am just average. its honestly exhausting always giving my all and it never being enough. so, i strongly believe that ann liang wrote a book about me.
⊹ no moisturizer in the world can compare to the sheen of success, the glow of glory. no contacts or eyelash extensions can make the eyes glow brighter than immediate validation. no rouge can ever replicate the flush of victory
⊹ we turn pain into a story, because then it has a purpose. then, we reason, there was a point to it all along. but sometimes pain is just pain, and there’s nothing particularly noble about clinging to it.
⊹ i miss it all. i miss my life, because even when i felt like i had nothing, i had everything. i just didn’t know it at the time. you never do, until it’s in hindsight.
⊹ you're sensitive, and maybe that means you feel pain and fear and humiliation more sharply, but you also feel joy more beautifully and completely than anyone i know.
⊹ the sun is bursting through my chest, breaking past my lips. it's my life, i think with amazement, and it's beautiful, and i can paint it any color i want to. right now it's drenched in the brightest shade of gold. i have the brush in my hands, and the canvas is mine. it's all mine.
“We turn pain into a story, because then it has a purpose. Then, we reason, there was a point to it all along. But sometimes pain is just pain, and there’s nothing particularly noble about clinging to it.”
“I’ve always wanted that: to be looked up at, to be known by people I’ve never even spoken to before, to be special, distinct, standing up on the tallest, brightest platform. But only now do I realize that when you’re out in the open, alone under the lights, and everyone else is in the darkness, you make for such a terribly easy target.”
﹙ 𖧷 ﹚"We turn pain into a story, because then it has a purpose. Then, we reason, there was a point to it all along. But sometimes pain is just pain, and there’s nothing particularly noble about clinging to it." ︵⠀⊹‿ ⟡ my thoughts ◌Ⳋ𝅄
“You know, I used to have this theory that if I wanted something badly enough, the universe would make sure to keep it just out of my reach. Like a cruel joke, or a trick. But . . . maybe the cruelest trick the universe can play on us is to give us exactly what we wish for.”
“That’s the problem. I’m not sad because I don’t love life enough, but because I love life too much. I always want more of it.”
“I miss it all. I miss my life, because even when I felt like I had nothing, I had everything. I just didn’t know it at the time. You never do, until it’s in hindsight.”
“You came over and stood next to me. And suddenly—suddenly I didn’t feel alone. I realized I would never have to be alone again, if you were there.”
“When he was around, the world seemed safe, the kind of place that was worth everything, all the little disappointments and injustices and chips at my pride. The kind of place that could be beautiful if we really tried.”