Funny Story

by Emily Henry

Books were the only thing I was gluttonous about, but I didn’t care about owning them so much as absorbing their contents.

Hell, I’m old enough to have a daughter named Renesmee on one of those U-5 soccer teams where the kids take turns kicking the ball the wrong way, then sitting down midfield to take off their shoes.

You can’t untell someone your secrets. You can’t unsay those delicate truths once you learn you can’t trust the person you handed them to.