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398 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 30, 2018
“I want to be with you. Always.”
I mean, loving someone is a big fucking responsibility. How could I love someone if I couldn’t even decide between Chinese or Thai food when ordering takeout?
But what captured my notice was the way her profile was painted in a silvery outline. I could distinguish each of her eyelashes, the graceful slope of her cheekbone, the line of her jaw, the shape of her lips. The sight stole my breath. She was beauty.
But I’d also learned that— in love— nothing makes sense. I didn’t make sense. I didn’t understand myself. Down is up and up is purple. The sky is drawer. The moon is goat. In love, everything was nonsense.
He didn’t wait for me to finish before pulling it over his head, his undershirt following, leaving him bare-chested, somehow taller than before, and so fucking magnificent. I mean, ladies. Holy cow. Get thee a Winston, stat!
"I carry you with me. You are in my heart. You have shaped my soul."
"I mean, you think you know someone, and then one day out of the blue, they accuse you of running your electrophoresis backward.
"But the fact was that she—a white woman—had been able to holler at Deputy Strickland and get away with it, while I—a black woman—couldn’t reach too fast for my glove box. That wasn’t Ashley’s fault, it just was."
“no one has a crush for ten years. No one. That would be weird and troubling.”
“see people, see their differences, rejoice in those differences, but don’t judge folks for something as stupid as the ability to absorb vitamin D. Racists are ignorant assholes.”
"I have enough friends."