Kindred Spirits

by Rainbow Rowell

Elena couldn’t remember the first time she saw a Star Wars movie . . . in the same way she couldn’t remember the first time she saw her parents. Star Wars had just always been there. There was a stuffed Chewbacca in her crib.

“Are you mad because other people like Star Wars? Are you mad because people like me like Star Wars?”

“People who are jerks don’t get to decide whether they’re jerks. It’s left up to a jury of their peers.”

“‘Sort of in Florida’ is our band name,” Gabe said.

“George Lucas doesn’t even know what he intended,” Elena said. “He can’t even decide who shot first.”