Night Shift (Daydreamers, #1)

by Annie Crown

Vincent hands the Byron back to me. “Do you have anything”—he hesitates—“simpler than this?” “I’m afraid Dr. Seuss is twentieth-century American.” Vincent cuts me an annoyed look. I tip my chin up, refusing to apologize.

“Just because poetry never clicked for you doesn’t mean you’re not smart. Poetry is—it’s almost like another language. It doesn’t matter if you can recite every word from memory. Learning a bunch of vocabulary won’t do you any good if you don’t learn the grammar and cultural context too.”

This book is for the English degree girlies