The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V.E. Schwab

But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten. To remember when no one else does.

history is something you look back on, not something you really feel at the time. In the moment, you’re just … living.

Choosing a class became choosing a discipline, and choosing a discipline became choosing a career, and choosing a career became choosing a life, and how was anyone supposed to do that, when you only had one?