Kindred Spirits

by Rainbow Rowell

It was a pretty good strategy for most social situations: show up, fall back, let somebody else break the ice and take the spotlight. Somebody else always would. Extroverts were nothing if not dependable.

If you broke Elena’s heart, Star Wars would spill out. This was a holy day for her—it was a cosmic event. This was her planets lining up. (Tatooine, Coruscant, Hoth.)

(Ugh. They weren’t a line. They were just three cold nerds.) (They were three suckers who showed up for a party that didn’t exist.) (They were statistically insignificant!)