The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V.E. Schwab

Stories are a way to preserve one’s self. To be remembered. And to forget.

He plucks the book from his pocket. “These are the words of a man—Voltaire. But they are also the hands that set the type. The ink that made it readable, the tree that made the paper. All of them matter, though credit goes only to the name on the cover.”

humans are messy, Luc. That is the wonder of them. They live and love and make mistakes, and they feel so much.