The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V.E. Schwab

“I want to see you again.” “I want you to see me again,” she echoes.

His heart has a draft. It lets in light. It lets in storms. It lets in everything.

Take a drink every time you hear you’re not enough.

“But I don’t want to be in pain,” says Henry hoarsely. “I want—” “You want to be loved.” A small, empty sound, half cough, half sob. “Yes.” “Then be loved.”