I have descended a spiral staircase to hell.

Jeannette McCurdy's Half His Age is a DNF, but not because the writing fails. It succeeds too completely. A review of a book I couldn't finish and why that says nothing about whether you should read it.

How many others had foolishly underestimated the Prince of Sloth? Had mistaken his penchant for reading all day for laziness instead of what it truly was— honing the best weapon in his arsenal: his mind.

A young widow receives her late husband's final gift: one book a month for a year, each one chosen because he knew her completely. Grab the tissues.

“Incredible,” Blackwell echoed. “The audacity of men worth less than dirt.”

In my opinion, the revolution went too far. Something needed to change—don’t get me wrong. No one should cower beneath their government’s boots. But the Republic has become what it meant to correct: a nation ruled by fear.

She laughed to solidify the part she was playing. But deep down, her soul wilted.

You can use those claws of yours all you wish. Can’t you tell I’m not going anywhere?

It is bold to see the life you wish to live and take it.

Cats are rarely troubled by the things humans fret over, which apparently included the end of the world, and I found myself comforted by her insouciance.

Mind your manners, but always, always ask questions if you have them. Good people don’t mind questions.

When you are ten, shame stitches itself into you like a monogram, broadcasting to the world what holds you, what rules your soul.

I’d sooner defend the image of me as a hideous, withered hag, rather than the image of me as coy, quiet, sexualized teenaged girl. It’s appalling that I was trained to behave the way I was when I was younger, and I think of it as a societal betrayal, and a depraved way to treat girls.

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Miscommunications are for the straights.

Earlier, she’d felt a stirring from watching him wrap a present, for crying out loud, which she told herself was only because she found extreme competence a turn-on.

I don’t think being okay means avoiding anyone who might test your version of okay. Sometimes the okay boundary changes. You have to fucking step into it. You have to find your okay again. And again and again. Until we die. Welcome to being human.

Well, you’ve probably ruled some things out. I’m no detective, but it probably wasn’t aliens or Taylor Swift. She’s very busy.

if you do not learn to defend yourself, you give power to your enemies. And with that power, they’ll make decisions on your behalf. You put your fate in the hands of others.