The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V.E. Schwab

she would rather be a tree, like Estele. If she must grow roots, she would rather be left to flourish wild instead of pruned, would rather stand alone, allowed to grow beneath the open sky. Better that than firewood, cut down just to burn in someone else’s hearth.

Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.