The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“Small places make for small lives. And some people are fine with that. They like knowing where to put their feet. But if you only walk in other people’s steps, you cannot make your own way. You cannot leave a mark.”
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
so aggressively pleasant, so mercifully free of snide remarks, petty squabbles, passive disapproval,
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
It will be many years before she can read Greek, many more before she hears the myth of Sisyphus, but when she does, she will nod in understanding, palms aching from the weight of pushing stones uphill, heart heavy from the weight of watching them roll down again.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
modern Manhattan woman,
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Another echo of Estele. Stubborn as stale bread.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
indignant.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Addie has had three hundred years to practice her father’s art, to whittle herself down to a few essential truths, to learn the things she cannot do without.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Palimpsest.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Palimpsest.