Hidden Bodies (You, #2)

by Caroline Kepnes

THE people who make it in Hollywood throw their new money north, up in the hills where they settle in mansions, where they can look down on everyone. But no matter how big you get, how high your house is, you can’t escape from the rats. Rats climb; they’re mobile. They aren’t bunnies. They don’t have a biological drive to burrow.

Is life predestined or do you change it by shoving your way into small, quaint towns because you’re fascinated by how out of place you feel there?

And really, it’s like love itself, like drinking. We all get our hearts broken. We get fucked up and throw up and we cry and listen to sad songs and say we’re never doing that again. But to be alive is to do it again. To love is to risk everything.