Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

by Penelope Douglas

I’m pretty sure the author doesn’t even know what they were trying to do in the first place, and they were probably just high on laudanum when they wrote it.

Or reading The Bell Jar in between bouts of banging my head on a wall.

I wanted as far away from this town as possible for several reasons, and once I left, only one thing would ever bring me back.

I just wanted to go home. Study. Graduate. And leave this town.

Yay for normal.

I was always this pile of dead leaves, blowing in the wind and letting the seasons, whoever they were, come in and change me and walk on me, and I never fought for anything.

I’d be lost without some second chances myself. There were always two sides to a story, and everything was just a matter of perspective.

She didn’t owe me her heart just because I wanted it.