Carry On (Simon Snow, #1)

by Rainbow Rowell

I really, really hate to talk to Simon about Baz. It’s like talking to the Mad Hatter about tea. I hate to encourage him.

We’ve got the dance all worked out, after so many years. Moving around the room without touching or talking or looking at each other. (Or at least not looking at each other while the other is paying attention.)

And when I felt myself slipping too far, I held on to the one thing I’m always sure of— Blue eyes. Bronze curls. The fact that Simon Snow is the most powerful magician alive. That nothing can hurt him, not even me. That Simon Snow is alive. And I’m hopelessly in love with him.

Sharing a room with the person you want most is like sharing a room with an open fire.

You’re so alive, Simon Snow. You got my share of it.

“What you are is a fucking tragedy, Simon Snow. You literally couldn’t be a bigger mess.” He tries to kiss me, but I hold back—“And you like that?” “I love it,” he says. “Why?” “Because we match.”

“Maybe he evolved,” Priya said from the bathroom doorway, “like a Pokémon.” “Go to bed, Priya,” Dad said.

LOL

“On love’s light wings!” It’s a hard spell and an old spell, and it works only if you understand the Great Vowel Shift of the Sixteenth Century—and if you’re stupidly in love.

“I can’t keep up with you. I’m a Normal.” “Simon. You have a tail.” “You know what I mean.”

PLSS