K.E. Andrews’s Kindle Notes & Highlights for All the Yellow Posies (Threaded Entanglement Book 1)

life had only just begun to resume a sense of normalcy.

Such 2020 vibes

thought of the victims of the pandemic, but the reminders were impossible to avoid. Casualties went beyond the death toll—it took away nights at the theatre and borrowing a tube of lipstick from a friend. It took away the simplest pleasures of life, like sharing a meal, and replaced it with the constant fear of our own mortality.

So eerie reasong this post-Covid

7%

“That’s really not good for those.” I looked up, and there was Holden in the doorway, looking down at me. Jamie shot him a look of annoyance.

Such sass

11%

“It is.” He raised his eyebrow and looked at me with a smile. “The case on the outside really is helpful in case you drop it down a flight of stairs.”

Sass

13%

“I love it,” she gushed, studying my outfit. “Does it have pockets?” “It does.” I maneuvered to give her a closer look at the triangular pockets. “I couldn’t bear to cover it up with my coat.”

Mood

14%

“You either get fancy attire or punctuality. You can’t have both, Marcie,” said Holden.

Ha

27%

“Whatever you had going for you then, you still have now. The war can’t take that from you.” He turned to me, his face looking stricken with guilt. “I’ve done unspeakable things…and they called me fearless for it.”

33%

I? We should get going—you can bring your stars and moons with you.”

We should get going—you can bring your stars and moons with you.”

37%

You see, dying is strangely intimate.

37%

“You made it so he didn’t suffer in your story,” I said. “Isn’t that at least an act of mercy?” He smiled a little but was interrupted when the waiter approached and asked for our order. Holden moved onto his second cup of coffee as we continued to talk but he declined any food, claiming he’d lost his appetite. “So that’s why you write fiction—it’s safer?” I asked as the waiter sat my eggs on the bar. “When you write about something from your own life,” he began, “it doesn’t belong to you anymore. The experience, the feeling…it belongs to who’s reading it. It’s cathartic.”

41%

“But what about Bette? You said she was like an everlasting summer.” “I’ve always preferred autumn.”

❣️

48%

“Bette found him this morning. He’s dead,” she sobbed. I felt myself descend into shock as I held onto

I wasn't expecting that

60%

In my eyes, the only thing worse than the permanence of death itself was having to return to a ruptured world where things were otherwise normal.

Good line

60%

I realized then that Holden hadn’t wanted to die, he’d only wanted to escape, and that desire was stronger than anything or anyone who could’ve kept him here. Catching a glimpse of the repose he sought, my heart sank with empathy as I stood in the empty room, wishing I could follow him.

🥲

62%

We’re all hurting, and grief has a way of speaking for us in the early days.”

Good line

62%

“You won’t ever be who you were,” said Mr. Thompson. “But if you’re lucky, you’ll be better.”

Another good line

67%

“Why don’t you come inside,” he suggested. I rejected his kind offer with cold silence, hoping he’d take the hint. “You’re just not going to talk to me?” he asked, walking into the grass.

😏

83%

I felt raw and confused—like my stitches had been torn open and any semblance of closure had been ripped away.

Good line

92%

“We all end up as parts of people’s stories. Am I the villain in yours?” “There are no villains in mine.”

Nice