Daisy Jones & The Six

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Everybody wants somebody to hold up the right mirror.

And when you rediscover your sanity, it’s only a matter of time before you start to get an inkling of why you wanted to escape it in the first place.

You can justify anything. If you’re narcissistic enough to believe that the universe conspires for and against you—which we all are, deep down—then you can convince yourself you’re getting signs about anything and everything.

All I will say is that you show up for your friends on their hardest days. And you hold their hand through the roughest parts. Life is about who is holding your hand and, I think, whose hand you commit to holding.

Dancing barefoot in the snow Cold can’t touch her, high or low She’s blues dressed up like rock ’n’ roll Untouchable, she’ll never fold