The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V.E. Schwab

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

Memorable quote

press one thumb into the space between the other girl’s brows (to smooth away the worry, the way she has a thousand times before)

I used to do this to Jackson when he was a baby

But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten.

if some people have natural style, or if they simply have the discipline to curate themselves every day.

The evening is quiet, and she is alone, but for once it is not the same as being lonely.

“Do you think a life has any value if one doesn’t leave some mark upon the world?”

And now he feels … too much. Other people would call him sensitive, but it is more than that. The dial is broken, the volume turned all the way up.

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

It’s never been the high he craved, anyway, not exactly. It’s just the quiet.

Fifty years, and she is still learning the shape of her curse. She cannot make a thing, but she can use it. She cannot break a thing, but she can steal it. She cannot start a fire, but she can keep it going.

There—and then, little by little, gone.

but the trouble with luck is that it always ends.

happiness is frightening.

mind loosening its hold on the past to make way for the future.