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

by Ransom Riggs

This pristine view was the entire reason some twenty thousand souls lived in an otherwise nowhere town, and in moments like this, with the sun high in the sky and an easy breeze chasing away the heat, you couldn’t fault them their choice.

How I feel when seeing nature in Maine.

Learning how to negotiate a world of people who can’t understand you and don’t want to—that’s probably the hardest bit.

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

“That idea went past smart and back to dumb,”