Slow Dance

by Rainbow Rowell

day . . .” Shiloh could practically hear every unattached woman in the room rev her engine.

“Things still change, Shiloh, whether or not you participate in the rituals of transition.”

There’s nothing better than feeling safe. And probably nothing more rare.”

If Shiloh wanted friends, she’d rather reach out to all the people she already liked and rarely got a chance to see.

But, in reality, I can hardly stand anyone. Not at close range, anyway. (I think this is getting worse as I get older . . . with exposure to humanity.) It’s murder all day long trying to be patient with people and to give them the benefit of the doubt. To remember that they probably mean well, even when they don’t do well.