The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V.E. Schwab

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

The sky outside is a static gray, a thin mist of rain blurring the buildings. It is the kind of day designed for wood fires, and mugs of tea, and well-loved books.

And the truth is, Henry loves the store. Loves the smell of books, and the steady weight of them on shelves, the presence of old titles and the arrival of new ones and the fact that in a city like New York, there will always be readers.

Live long enough, and you learn how to read a person. To ease them open like a book, some passages underlined and others hidden between the lines.

“You deserve someone who loves you as you are. The good and the bad and the maddening.”