“Henry Strauss has never been a morning person.
He wants to be one, has dreamed of rising with the sun, sipping his first cup of coffee while the city is still waking, the whole day ahead and full of promise.
He's tried to be a morning person, and on the rare occasion he managed to get up before dawn, it was a thrill: to watch the day begin, the feel, at least for a little while, that he was ahead instead of behind. But then the night would grow long, and the day would start late, and now he feels like there's no time at all. Like he is always late for something.”
―
V E Schwab,
The Invisible Life of Addie Larue
