The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

For a brief moment, I wonder if I would have listened to him if he hadn’t died. Would I have clung to his every word so tightly if his advice had felt unlimited?

But I’ve never thought of myself as a force to be reckoned with. Maybe I should start thinking of myself that way; maybe I deserve to.

It’s luck and being a son of a bitch. Harry taught me that.

The devastating luxury of panic overtook me. And it has never left.

THAT’S HOW MY STORY ENDS. With the loss of everyone I have ever loved. With me, in a big, beautiful Upper East Side apartment, missing everyone who ever meant anything to me.