Amy

“I'm a half-finished map and I'm always trying to plot my points, and I won't have anyone do it for me.”
― Jessie Burton, Medusa: The Girl Behind the Myth

“She took the spyglass from a nearby shelf and held it to her eye. The world was a vast black emptiness, echoing like the mordant spaces between soul-wrought words...

Ned leaned across and removed the lens cap, and poetry became science again.”
― India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

“A weight grew in the air between Misty’s mother and her sisters, a weight that Misty couldn’t quite understand. So much of growing up was that way. A feeling in a room that she’d just walked into. A feeling hanging between two people that she loved. A sense of something gone slightly wrong, but when she asked, no one would tell her the truth. And that was where childhood lay, in the shadow of knowing that something was wrong but not knowing what it was or why it was or how to fix it, so she was left standing in front of her mother, her mother tired and bleeding, her mother with a ragged hole chewed through her chest, her mother saying, “It’s fine. Everything is fine.”
― Ashley Blooms, Every Bone a Prayer

“New York takes from her, sometimes. But she takes too. She takes its muggy air in fistfuls, and she packs it into the cracks in her heart.”
― Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop