Carry On (Simon Snow, #1)

by Rainbow Rowell

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

Snow lowers his eyebrows. “When you look at it that way, why doesn’t everyone cross over?” “Because it’s death,” I say. “It clearly isn’t.” “They say your soul dies.” “That’s tosh,” he says. “How would you know, Snow?” “Observation.” “Observation,” I say. “You can’t observe a soul.” “You can over time,” he says. “I think I’d know—” “It’s death,” I say, “because you need to eat life to stay alive.” “That’s everyone,” he says. “That’s eating.”