Can't Get Enough (Skyland, #3)

by Kennedy Ryan

For the ones who have used your magic to lift, protect, and illuminate everybody else… rest is our new resistance. Rest & shine, my loves. Rest & shine.

One of the hardest parts of aging is being the one “still standing” when everyone else has found their peace lying down.

Aunt Geneva, my mother’s older sister, wasn’t around very much when I was growing up. In their forties, they had a falling-out over land my great-aunt left them, one of those silly family spats that blows up and takes years to sort through.

Ha same

Hendrix has a homegrown thickness that is tight in some places and voluptuous in others. She is long lines and deep curves. Lush and ripe like summer fruit.

“When Jesus is my portion. A constant friend is He. His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me. I sing because I’m happy. I sing because I’m free. His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.”

Awww tears

“You’re forty?” I ask, lifting my brows. “My next birthday.” She slides her gaze away. “It’s gonna be a tough one.” “Forty’s not bad. Actually I’m having the time of my life. My career is on fire. I know myself better than I ever have. In my twenties, I was just running. Always in the streets and for what? In my thirties, I started asking big questions and looking for answers. Now I know exactly who I am and what I want. And I can finally afford myself.”

I pray this for me