256 Quotes by Jennifer E. Smith

He could be a fan of rock stars or tennis stars or the countless stars in the sky.

But it was different, somehow, to be reading it here, where the actual events had taken place all those hundreds of thousands of years ago. That was the thing about books, she was realizing; they could take you somewhere else entirely, it was true. But it wasn’t the same thing as actually going there yourself.

It was real,” she said, her voice thick. “Wasn’t it?” He looked up at her. “What was?” “Us,” she said. “Last summer.” “Yeah,” he said, stepping back again. “It was.

Is the kind of smile she loves best: It’s like a sneeze, a reflex, a twitch, helpless and automatic, and it only happens when he looks at her.