Carry On: The Rise and Fall of Simon Snow

by Rainbow Rowell

“I think I’d know if I were the Insidious Humdrum,” I say. “I wouldn’t give you that much credit, Simon. You’re exceedingly thick. And criminally good-looking—have I mentioned that?” “No.” He leans in like he’s going to bite me, then kisses me instead. It’s so good. It’s been so good every time. I pull away. “I’m not the Humdrum! But why does thinking so make you want to kiss me?” “Everything makes me want to kiss you. Haven’t you worked that out yet? Crowley, you’re thick.” He kisses me again. And he’s laughing again. “I’m not the Humdrum,” I repeat, when I get the chance. “I’d know if I were.” “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.”