Book Lovers

by Emily Henry

And just so you know, those bangs do not make you more approachable. You just look like a hot assassin in an expensive wig.” “All I just heard,” I say, “is hot and expensive.” “If I showed you a Rorschach blot, you’d find hot and expensive somewhere in there.”

“I think,” I whisper, “you’re one of the least disappointing people I’ve ever met.”

“You fucking undo me,” he says.

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.