Book Lovers

by Emily Henry

That’s the thing about women. There’s no good way to be one.

Does anyone ever want to finish a good book?

Some books you don’t read so much as live, and finishing one of those always makes me think of ascending from a scuba dive. Like if I surface too fast I might get the bends.

There’s still no happy ending for a woman who wants it all, the kind who lies awake aching with furious hunger, unspent ambition making her bones rattle in her body.