The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V.E. Schwab

freckles, scattered like a band of stars across her nose and cheeks. Her own private constellation.

I'm gonna think of my freckles this way

Blink, and the years fall away like leaves.

She said no, and learned how much the word was worth.

There is nothing wrong with Roger. But there is nothing right, either.

I have felt this too

Her face has waned a little with every child, each birth stealing a little more of her life.

literally one of the reasons i don't want kids

She will never forget, though she’ll wish she could.

Samantha

meee

Sam’s blue eyes

meeee

For every shadow, there must be light.

begin, to feel, at least for a little while, like he was ahead instead of behind. But then a night would go long, and a day would start late, and now he feels like there’s no time at all. Like he is always late for something.

I relate so much

A

isn't it so weird that this letter is also a word like that's crazy

“Three eighty,” says the girl behind the counter. Addie cringes at the cost.

i know she probably doesn't really have a steady source of money but this is so cheap for a latte

The evening is quiet, and she is alone, but for once it is not the same as being lonely.

The darkness claimed he’d given her freedom, but really, there is no such thing for a woman,

To find a way, or make your own.

and though it hurts, the pain isn’t fresh. It has long dulled to an ache, the wound given way to scar.

wistful.

i love this word

carrying torches for old flames,

“Semantics may seem small, Adeline, but the power of a deal is in its wording.

This, perhaps, is love. And that is the worst part.

Were the instants of joy worth the stretches of sorrow? Were the moments of beauty worth the years of pain? And she turns her head, and looks at him, and says, “Always.”

That the devil is in the details, and he has overlooked a crucial one. That semantics may seem small, but he taught her once that words were everything.