Alphareader - Danielle Binks

Life was a too-tall stack of books that had started to lean to one side, and each new day was another book on top.

‘Goodbye Stranger’ by Rebecca Stead

It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.

'East of Eden' by John Steinbeck

And the walls became the world all around.

'Where the Wild Things Are' by Maurice Sendak

Haymitch every reaping

gotta love Suzanne Collins' dedication to dropping a banger every few years, re-traumatizing a whole generation and disappearing back into the abyss without a single word

grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping grief is a house where no on can protect you where the younger sister will grow older than the older one where the doors no longer let you in or out

'The Sky Is Everywhere' by Jandy Nelson