The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V.E. Schwab

The cat, also named Toby (“So I can talk to myself without it being weird…” he explained)

Funny, how some people take an age to warm, and others simply walk into every room as if it’s home.

so many I’s and Me’s and My’s, possessive words for possessive lives.

“You were so brash, so brazen, tripping over your words as if they were roots. Rambling on about all the things you did not want.”

She orders him a latte. “Three eighty,” says the girl behind the counter.

I wish a latte was still $3.80