Book Lovers

Fame comes with money,” I point out. “Money’s helpful.”

“Fame also comes with people telling you whatever they think you want to hear.”

Is there anything better than iced coffee and a bookstore on a sunny day? I mean, aside from hot coffee and a bookstore on a rainy day.

Maybe I have been fishing in the wrong pond. Or, like, the wrong stream of nuclear waste runoff.”

I, Charles Lastra, of sound mind, do swear I will keep Nora Stephens’s dark, dirty, twisted secret under penalty of law or five million dollars, whichever comes first.

“It’s the airport closest to Sunshine Falls. This is going to be a . . . once-in-a-lifetime trip.”

I didn’t know it was possible to miss a person this much while she was sitting right next to you, so badly everything in you aches.

in a past life, I betrayed a very powerful witch, and she’s put a curse on my love life.

That’s the thing about women. There’s no good way to be one. Wear your emotions on your sleeve and you’re hysterical. Keep them tucked away where your boyfriend doesn’t have to tend to them and you’re a heartless bitch.

I can’t help it: I laugh. That’s always been my reaction to bad news.

Someone explains a complicated scientific concept, and someone else says, “Um, in English, please?”