THE INVISIBLE LIFE OF ADDIE LARUE by V.E. Schwab
Being forgotten, she thinks, is a bit like going mad. You begin to wonder what is real, if you are real. After all, how can a thing be real if it cannot be remembered?


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THE INVISIBLE LIFE OF ADDIE LARUE by V.E. Schwab
Being forgotten, she thinks, is a bit like going mad. You begin to wonder what is real, if you are real. After all, how can a thing be real if it cannot be remembered?
...many boys will bring you flowers...
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People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is ‘you’re safe with me’- that's intimacy.
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Your spirit brings me pleasure, Wraith. I can’t remember the last time anyone drew first blood on me.
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“i’m the sun summoner, it gets dark when i say it does.”
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“The tweet that launched a thousand other tweets.”
“To think we were only mildly sleep-deprived, then.”
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But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary.