Since I read more than I do pretty much anything else, I like to share snippets of the books I’m reading with you all. Just little phrases that stick out to me.
How much is a life worth? This question is the first that enters Zoey’s mind each morning, and it is the last she thinks before falling off to sleep every night. Can a price be put on such a thing? And if it could be, would one ever be able to pay it? – The Last Girl