Verity

by Colleen Hoover

Here, I’m invisible. Unimportant. Manhattan is too crowded to give a shit about me, and I love her for it.

It’s what you do when you’ve experienced the worst of the worst. You seek out people like you…people worse off than you…and you use them to make yourself feel better about the terrible things that have happened to you.

I wasn’t simple. I was difficult.

An emotionally challenging puzzle

And that’s why I stay at home and write. I think the idea of me is better than the reality of me.

we were Chronics. Prone to chronic tragedy. One terrible thing after another.”

seem to have tragedies waiting on the back burner. What can go wrong, goes wrong. And then gets worse.”