A Map of Days (Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children, #4)

by Ransom Riggs

“Well, I had planned on spending the next few weeks in a padded room,”

“Jacob Portman, pure as the driven snow.”

“The day denim became acceptable as daily wear,” he said, side-eyeing me, “contemporary fashion lost all credibility. The modern runway looks like a hobo camp.”

“May I come down?” Enoch called down from the room above. “Or am I to be punished for having a sense of humor?”

“Only cheese!” he said. “Okay, it’s a lot of cheese.” “It’s the pinnacle of human achievement,” he declared seriously. “I thought Britain was an empire. But this—this—is world domination!”

This is so real i love cheese

“Give us a week before you start worrying,” I said. “Way ahead of you,” said Horace. “I’m worrying already.”

There was something in the act of shouting along to that particular song with these particular people while driving that particular car that gave me a crazy, spine-tingling high like I’d never experienced before.

I LOV DRIVING

who excelled at changing the subject when things got too emotional.