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Life is not unlike cinema. Each scene has its own music, and the music is created for the scene, woven to it in ways we do not understand. No matter how much we may love the melody of a bygone day or imagine the song of a future one, we must dance within the music of today, or we will always be out of step, stumbling around in something that doesn’t suit the moment.
~ Lisa Wingate, Before We Were Yours

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I fell in love with the wrong guy who was exactly the right guy. And I had made decisions time and time again that made it worse and never made it better.  And I’d finally pushed myself right over the edge.
Daisy Jones & the Six, Taylor Jenkins Reid

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I don’t know how to do life without grits.
~ Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

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“Loss is a wound that never heals Never, never, never. It scabs over, and for a time you can almost forget it’s there, but then something—a smell, a sound, a memory—will split that wound right open, and you’ll be reminded again.”
War (The Four Horsemen #2), Laura Thalassa

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“Have you ever considered, people, how much time has been stolen from the lives of girls and women due to agonizing over their appearance?”

A few faces smile, uneasy.

Even louder: “How many minutes, hours, months, even actual years, of their lives do girls and women waste in agonizing? And how many billions of dollars of corporate profit are made as a result?”

~ Leni Zumas, Red Clocks

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“There’s always a story. It’s all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything’s got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.”
― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

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Marriage was a form of insanity;
love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.
~ Liane Moriarty, The Husband’s Secret

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“You don’t actually have one of those, do you? A drop-off spot?”
He smiled. “Not one, no. More like" — he paused, lips moving silently — “eleven, at last count. Twelve? No. Eleven.”
“Why?”
“It’s a big city. You never know where you’re going to wake up.”
I snorted. “That sounds like a personal problem.”
Gavin grinned. “Personal, but never a problem.”

The Hunt by Chloe Neill


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Those walkers don’t serve God. God wouldn’t do that to Americans.
~ Chuck Wendig, Wanderers

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“That’s how the madness of the world tries to colonize you:
from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality.”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation

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“For now, there’s nothing to do but strap on an attitude and act like I’m having a ball.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Basket Case

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"So. I mean, really, is he the best you can do?" he asked again, teasing.

Ty rolled his eyes and took his time drinking a few swigs of beer. "I love him," he finally answered, giving it to him straight. He looked at Nick and nodded, lips pressed tightly together.

"Seriously?" Nick asked in honest surprise. "Like, with-the-heart love or with-the-dick love?"

Ty snorted. "To be honest, it's a little of both."

Divide & Conquer by Abigail Roux and Madeline Urban


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It's strange, but you never stop caring about someone, even if you don't want to be with them anymore.

Josie Silver, One Day in December

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In a way, looking back, it seemed a long, long time since she had been eighteen, but in another way her memories were so clear and vivid that it seemed like yesterday. Time was an accordion, all the air squeezed out of it as you grew old. And how strange that in your mind you did not feel any older. You were the same person, but where had the years gone?
― Helen Hooven Santmyer,
And Ladies of the Club

Review: Daisy Jones & the Six

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OMG, I loved this book! What a perfect summer escape—the “guilty” pleasure that isn’t guilty at all, purely pleasure!

Daisy Jones & the Six seems like such a simple story, about the rise and fall of the 1970s’ most famous fictional rock-and-roll band. Not particularly original—one we’ve perhaps read many times. (Spoiler: We haven’t. Not like this.)

And it combines two of my favorite things: great storytelling and classic rock and roll. It’s also nostalgic, faithfully recalling those magical years when I was youthful and unencumbered and every event, great and small, played out to a rock-and-roll soundtrack.

In fact, I could swear I grew up listening to this band. They were one of my favorite bands and I still have their albums, plus the replacement CDs because I wore out the albums. Right?
Daisy is high and fun and carefree and a good time. If she’s having fun, you’re having fun. But if you want to rip people’s hearts out of their chests, bring Daisy back down to earth and hav…

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"You saying you're...what, he's working black ops with you now?" Kelly asked.

Ty came up short. "How do you know about that?"

"Know about what?" Kelly countered with an innocuous blink.

Divide & Conquer by Abigail Roux and Madeline Urban


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When you fall in love in the past, is there such a thing as tomorrow?
Amy Harmon,
What the Wind Knows

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The winged girl has become a carrion bird and she doesn’t seem to have noticed.
~ Pierce Brown, Golden Son

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He had heard about talking to plants in the early seventies, on Radio Four, and thought it was an excellent idea. Although talking is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did.

What he did was put the fear of God into them.

More precisely, the fear of Crowley.

In addition to which, every couple of months Crowley would pick out a plant that was growing too slowly, or succumbing to leaf-wilt or browning, or just didn't look quite as good as the others, and he would carry it around to all the other plants. "Say goodbye to your friend," he'd say to them. "He just couldn't cut it. . . "

Then he would leave the flat with the offending plant, and return an hour or so later with a large, empty flower pot, which he would leave somewhere conspicuously around the flat.

The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified.”

― Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Propheciesof Agnes Nutter, Witch