Third book for 2018. ❤
Goodreads: Seventeen-year-old Molly Peskin-Suso knows all about unrequited love—she’s lived through it twenty-six times. She crushes hard and crushes often, but always in secret. Because no matter how many times her twin sister, Cassie, tells her to woman up, Molly can’t stomach the idea of rejection. So she’s careful. Fat girls always have to be careful.
Then a cute new girl enters Cassie’s orbit, and for the first time ever, Molly’s cynical twin is a lovesick mess. Meanwhile, Molly’s totally not dying of loneliness—except for the part where she is. Luckily, Cassie’s new girlfriend comes with a cute hipster-boy sidekick. Will is funny and flirtatious and just might be perfect crush material. Maybe more than crush material. And if Molly can win him over, she’ll get her first kiss and she’ll get her twin back.
There’s only one problem: Molly’s coworker Reid. He’s an awkward Tolkien superfan with a season pass to the Ren Faire, and there’s absolutely no way Molly could fall for him. Right?
- This tiny thread connecting me to a total stranger, it’s the kind of thing that makes the universe feel smaller.
- I wish I were the kind of person who knows how to fill a silence.
- But that’s the thing I’m most afraid of. Not mattering.. Existing in a world that doesn’t care who I am.
- My heartbeat is probably making those giant zigzags.
- Fun exists wherever you make it.
- Sometimes that’s just what happens. People grow apart.
- There’s something really badass about truly, honestly not caring about what people think about you.
- We like who we like. Who cares if someone doesn’t get it? That’s a good thing. Less competition.
- I don’t think my heart wants to stay in my chest.
- I am entirely made of butterflies.
- Change is fucking hard. It’s fucking tragic. Change can go fuck itself. Because that’s the thing about change. It’s so painfully normal. It’s the most basic of all tragedies.
- But you know, there’s an upside there. Because when you spend so much time just intensely wanting something — and then you actually get it? It’s magic. It’s butterflies and haziness and heart eyes, but underneath all that .. there’s this bass line of I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this is me. I can’t quite articulate the sweetness of that feeling. It’s finding out the door you were banging on is finally unlocked.