Beach Read

by Emily Henry

I know feeling small gets to some people, he had once told me, but I kind of like it. Takes the pressure off when you’re just one life of six billion at any given moment. And when you’re going through something hard—at the time, Mom was doing chemo—it’s nice to know you’re not even close to the only one.

Bad things don’t dig down through your life until the pit’s so deep that nothing good will ever be big enough to make you happy again. No matter how much shit, there will always be wildflowers. There will always be Petes and Maggies and rainstorms in forests and sun on waves.”

Once, in a bad season of tension headaches, my doctor had told me that pain was our body demanding to be heard. “Sometimes it’s a warning,” she said. “Sometimes it’s a billboard.”