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

by Ransom Riggs

“I would like to eat something before I perish from the earth,” said Millard.

“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.”

“Or am I to be punished for having a sense of humor?”

“I thought I’d never understand boys,” said Bronwyn, shaking her head. “But now I think I’ve got it. They’re all idiots!”

The way people rejected anything that didn’t fit their narrow paradigm of acceptability, as if those who thought or acted or dressed or dreamed differently from them were a threat to their very existence.

“Horace, you’re scaring people,” I said, drawing him close. “It’s only cheese.” “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!” “My stomach hurts just looking at it,” said Claire. “How dare you,” Horace replied.

“There’s something the matter with Enoch’s brain. Whatever enters it slips out instantly through his mouth.”

But deciding between choices that suck is precisely why being a leader can suck.