Persephone (Into Shadow, #2)

by Lev Grossman

in a fit of extrovertedness that even I was having a hard time explaining to myself.

For some people bad things happening brings them together. We were the other kind of people.

It was like I’d become a ghost without having to go through the messy intermediate step of actually dying.

“Running fast is a basic human survival skill.” “That’s why we invented cars.”

I just wanted to be somebody else, I didn’t care who. Sometimes I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like I was drowning in myself.

I felt like I was Anne of Green Gables, and I was at long last going to shank Gilbert Blythe’s punk ass and leave him for dead.