The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V.E. Schwab

“Call it nostalgia.” He lifts his chin. “I call it weakness. To only walk in circles when you could make new roads.”

Humans are capable of such wondrous things. Of cruelty, and war, but also art and invention. She will think this again and again over the years, when bombs are dropped, and buildings felled, when terror consumes whole countries. But also when the first images are impressed on film, when planes rise into the air, when movies go from black-and-white to color.