"She read more than she loved. Her favorite songs told me more about her than she ever did. Half the days, she'd ignore me. The other half her shy smile when I made a joke made my week. I wanted to understand her, wanted to read every book she'd ever read and understand how in hell her world could be less important to her than the ones she dived into everyday. I can't understand how she doesn't see the stars in her eyes or the sun in her smile or the music in her voice but all I can think is that if she was a book I'd never put her down."