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)

Day breaks like an egg yolk, spilling yellow light across the field.

People talk about carrying torches for old flames, and it’s not a full fire, but Addie’s hands are full of candles. How is she supposed to set them down, or put them out? She has long run out of air.