Eleanor & Park

by Rainbow Rowell

She couldn’t repay him. She couldn’t even appropriately thank him. How can you thank someone for the Cure? Or the X-Men? Sometimes it felt like she’d always be in his debt. And then she realized that Park didn’t know about the

Beatles.

I’m Doctor Who.”

He smiled, surprised. “This is for me?” “No,” she said, “it’s…” She couldn’t think of anything funny to say. “Yeah, it’s for you.”