The Book of Secrets (The Last Oracle #1)

by Melissa McShane

Viv represented randomness and chaos, things Mom hated nearly as much as imitation vanilla flavoring and press-on nails.

“You know that doesn’t mean anything.” “It will if I say it often enough. That’s how things get meaning, you know, they gather it up over time like a rolling rock gathering moss.” “Um, rolling stones don’t gather moss. It’s what they’re known for.” “They do if they’re covered with glue. Which this one is.” “Do I want to know who covered it with glue?” “It was born that way. Don’t judge.”