Someday, Maybe

by Onyi Nwabineli

I spent my time either with my limited circle of friends or hiding out in the library with Ms. Collins, the fuck-free librarian who gave me books I was technically too young to read.

“You look like you hate the same things I hate,” she said. She was wearing violet eyeliner. “Everyone needs someone who hates the same things they hate.”

Adult friendships are based on this, I swear.

she found out because witches tend to have flying monkeys who report back.

This made me laugh OUT LOUD when I read it. Such funny insights throughout this book. This is not an insight, but it reads like one.

“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.”