On the Island (On the Island, #1)

by Tracey Garvis Graves

I stared at the palm trees, their green fronds rippling in the breeze. Sweat trickled slowly down the side of my face, and the constant smell of coconut on my hands reminded me of suntan lotion. It would always be summer on the island.

We’d come a long way since our days of sleeping on the ground. Just a couple castaways playing house.

A couple times a week she went to the library and returned with stacks of books. She read faster than anyone I knew.

I love a good bookish quote!