The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“well—the devil is simply a new word for a very old idea. And as for God, well, if all it takes is a flair for drama and a bit of golden trim…”
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
The music is liquid, the air thick as syrup as
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Up above it may be early spring, but down here it is late summer, humid and heavy.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
What a luxury, to tell one’s story. To be read, remembered.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
A palimpsest in reverse.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
They teach you growing up that you are only one thing at a time—angry, lonely, content—but he’s never found that to be true. He is a dozen things at once. He is lost and scared and grateful, he is sorry and happy and afraid.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Henry wonders, as they wait in the queue, if some people have natural style, or if they simply have the discipline to curate themselves every day.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Palimpsest.