The Way I Used to Be (The Way I Used to Be, #1)

by Amber Smith

I always thought things were in color, but they were really black and white. I can see that now.

A ROOM WITHOUT BOOKS IS LIKE A BODY WITHOUT A SOUL—CICERO.

honestly, the idea of reinventing myself sounds pretty appealing.

Why do I feel like, sometimes, I have no one in the entire world who knows me in even the slightest, most insignificant way?