Now Entering Addamsville Quotes

“How could you convince people of the truth when they had already decided what version of the story they wanted to believe?”
― Francesca Zappia, Now Entering Addamsville: A Darkly Humorous YA Ghost Story About Murder and Secrets

“You don’t go looking for the truth to be happy. You go looking so that you know.”
― Francesca Zappia, Now Entering Addamsville: A Darkly Humorous YA Ghost Story About Murder and Secrets

“No one owes you the benefit of the doubt when your actions have shown, repeatedly, and without reparation, that you do not deserve it.”
― Francesca Zappia, Now Entering Addamsville: A Darkly Humorous YA Ghost Story About Murder and Secrets

“You can have people who call themselves your friends and you can still be alone.”
― Francesca Zappia, Now Entering Addamsville: A Darkly Humorous YA Ghost Story About Murder and Secrets

“Dogs are better than people. This is a complete and true verified fact. Dogs don’t care what you look like. Dogs don’t care what skeletons hide in your closet. They don’t care what color you are, or what weight, or how rich, or how guilty. They don’t care about your gender or your sexual orientation. They don’t care if you have deformities or illnesses. They care about being fed and played with and petted. They’ll lick your face because it’s your face. “I love dogs,”
― Francesca Zappia, Now Entering Addamsville

“Do you ever feel,” he said, “like there’s something wrong with the world but you don’t know what it is?”
― Francesca Zappia, Now Entering Addamsville: A Darkly Humorous YA Ghost Story About Murder and Secrets

“She saw ghosts. No one really believed that, and she didn’t want them to, because it was true.”
― Francesca Zappia, Now Entering Addamsville: A Darkly Humorous YA Ghost Story About Murder and Secrets

“He was liked in the way outdoor art installations are liked: for his quirks and his reliable permanence.”
― Francesca Zappia, Now Entering Addamsville: A Darkly Humorous YA Ghost Story About Murder and Secrets

“The ruin of the house, still slightly smoking, was visible from the end of the street. Police tape cordoned off the yard. The roof and half the outer wall had gone down, leaving a gaping, blackened corpse. Withered beams speared out of the rubble like broken bones. The smell was the worst part of it, the part that had all my hairs standing on end and made me want to run for the hills. Burned wood, burned rubber, burned plastic.”
― Francesca Zappia, Now Entering Addamsville

“I'm too asexual for this.”
― Francesca Zappia, Now Entering Addamsville: A Darkly Humorous YA Ghost Story About Murder and Secrets