The Saucy Wenches Book Club

“One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.” ~ J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

“This is the most violent poetry game I’ve ever played,” Marx said. “You’ve played other poetry games?” “Well, technically, no,” Marx said. “Your friend’s talented. And odd.” ~ Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“You’re not too messed up at all, you’re just as messed up as you should be.” ~ Annie Hartnett, Unlikely Animals

Time remains a mystery to Margaret. A game of Monopoly can consume an afternoon, and an hour on the treadmill seems like forever. But a lifetime passes in an instant. ~ Elin Hilderbrand, Winter Solstice

“I used to care when men called me difficult. I really did. Then I stopped. This way is better.” ~ Taylor Jenkins Reid, Daisy Jones & the Six

“We can only live by the light we’re given, and some of us are given no light at all. What else can we do except learn to see in the dark?” ~ Sunyi Dean, The Book Eaters

Librarians, of all people, understood the value of knowing, even if that information could not yet be used. ~ Celeste Ng, Our Missing Hearts

“You make broken things whole again. Me. You made me whole. And every time you smile at me, I feel like I hit the lottery again.” ~ Lucy Score, Things We Never Got Over

“I’m not a bitch though; or maybe I’m just a quiet one inside my own head. Isn’t everyone?” ~ Josie Silver, One Day in December

“Children, don’t hold on to old love so hard you forget to live. Old love isn’t the only love you’ll ever have. And I can tell you from this side that it never really goes away, anyway.” “So let go.” “Whatever you’re holding on to, let go.” ~ Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds

“You’re a storyteller. Dream up something wild and improbable,” she pleaded. “Something beautiful and full of monsters.” “Beautiful and full of monsters?” “All the best stories are.” ~ Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

Empathy. Identity with perspectives outside our own. The liberating, sympathetic vibrations of fellow-feeling. Only those incapable of empathy are truly caged. ~ Ray Nayler, The Mountain in the Sea

“Why are you girls?” The girl gave him a look of such withering scorn that Robin wilted on Ramy’s behalf. “Well,” she drawled, “I suppose we decided to be girls because being boys seems to require giving up half your brain cells.” ~ R.F. Kuang, Babel, or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators’ Revolution

Big things, I hope, might happen someday, but it’s the little things that are important, isn’t it? They keep us grounded. The little things are the things we miss the most when normality is turned on its head. ~ Lia Louis, Eight Perfect Hours