Book Lovers

by Emily Henry

Is there anything better than iced coffee and a bookstore on a sunny day? I mean, aside from hot coffee and a bookstore on a rainy day.

What my body hears is, Let’s make out.

Usually I live like I’m trying to see four moves ahead in a chess game, but right now I can’t seem to think past the next five minutes.

Because I need to know Libby and Brendan and the girls and I will all be okay no matter what, because I want to carve out a piece of the city and its magic, just for us. But carving turns you into a knife. Cold, hard, sharp, at least on the outside.

“You’re in books. Of course you don’t have a life. None of us do.

Time collapses, and instead of the version of you you’ve built from scratch, you’re all the hackneyed drafts that came before, all at once.

All I could think about was that teenage girl, terrified of being alone.

I will take care of you, I promise her. I won’t let anything hurt you.

There were times she treated you like you were an adult.”

Ok...ouch

No ice ever freezes too thick to thaw and no thorns ever grow too dense to be cut away.

“You do have me, Nora. I never stood a chance.”

Because nothing—not the beautiful and not the terrible—lasts.

“Because,” he says, “you’ve spent your life making sure she has everything she needs, and it’s time someone made sure you did.

Again....OUCH

I’ll take care of you, okay? I’ll take care of you how you’ve always, always taken care of me, Nora.”

Somehow, it never occurred to me that this was an option: that two people, in the same hug, could both be allowed to fall apart. That maybe it’s neither of our jobs to keep a steel spine.

Im literally sobbing

Anywhere we go, we won’t leave each other. We couldn’t even if we wanted to. And we don’t. We never will.

a reminder that there are things in life so valuable that you must risk the pain of losing them for the joy of briefly having them.

“Apparently they don’t need ‘jack shit’ from me except for me to be happy.

Imagine??