Extraits

I guess there was something about a slightly sleep-deprived teenager shoving books into a bag that scared people off.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking if you have a fever.”

I pushed her hand away. “The only thing making me sick is staring at these books all day long. With their stupid, false happy endings. It’s a scam. The entire book industry is a gigantic scam, Cassie. Why doesn’t anyone talk about this? How is this legal? They’re feeding vulnerable readers lies about love and life and we’re buying into it like mindless consumers.”

I of all people should know some magical word to ease the pain at least momentarily. But nope. I had nothing. Nada. His world was falling apart and the only solution my brain could conjure up was a dumb list.

I mean, there's a reason all books end right after the couple gets together. No one want to keep reading long enough to see the happily ever after turn into an unhappily ever after. Right?