The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V.E. Schwab

She has prayed, and someone must have heard, for she is still free. Free from courtship, free from marriage, free from everything except Villon. Left alone to grow. And dream.

He’s tried to be a morning person, and on the rare occasion he’s managed to get up before dawn, it was a thrill: to watch the day begin, to feel, at least for a little while, like he was ahead instead of behind. But then a night would go long, and a day would start late, and now he feels like there’s no time at all. Like he is always late for something.

there isn’t enough time, and he

knows of course that there will never be. That time always ends a second before you’re ready. That life is the minutes you want minus one.