Beach Read Quotes

“When I think about you, January, and I think about doing laundry with you and trying terrible green juice cleanses and going to antiques malls with you, I only feel happy. The world looks different than I ever thought it could be, and I don’t want to look for what’s broken or what could go wrong. I don’t want to brace myself for the worst and miss out on being with you.”
― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“I want to be the one who gives you what you deserve, and I want to sleep next to you every night and to be the one you complain about book stuff to, and I don’t think I ever could deserve any of that, and I know this thing between us isn’t a sure thing, but that’s what I want to aim for with you. Because I know no matter how long I get to love you, it will be worth whatever comes after.”
― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“She drew in a breath of salty sea air and let it out, mentally disconnecting with life on land even as the boat whisked her away from it. Just for today, she'd leave her worries behind and surrender to the wind's wiles.”
― Denise Hunter, Summer by the Tides

“Taut, intelligent, and intense suspense that is deeply human.”—Mark Greaney, New York Times Bestselling Author of Gunmetal Gray

“Exciting and well-layered....David Bell is a master storyteller with a sure hand at crafting characters you feel for and stories you relish.”—Allen Eskens, USA Today Bestselling Author of The Life We Bury

“A tense and twisty suspense novel about the dark secrets that lie buried within a community and a father who can save his daughter only by uncovering them. Will leave parents wondering just how well they truly know their children.”—Hester Young, author of The Gates of Evangeline and The Shimmering Road

“A gripping, immersive tour-de-force full of twists and turns. BRING HER HOME kept me flipping the pages late into the night. Don’t expect to sleep until you’ve finished reading this book. I could not put it down!”—A. J. Banner, bestselling author of The Good Neighbor and The Twilight Wife

“In David Bell’s riveting BRING HER HOME, the unthinkable is only the beginning. From there, the story races through stunning twists all the way to its revelation, without letting its heart fall away in the action. Intense, emotional, and deeply satisfying. This one will keep you up late into the night. Don't miss it!”—Jamie Mason, author of Three Graves Full and Monday’s Lie

“Spellbinding and pulse-raising, BRING HER HOME hooked me from the first sentence and surprised me until the final pages. Sharply written and richly observed, this book is about the secrets we keep, the mysteries that keep us, and the lengths a father will go to for the daughter he loves. David Bell is a masterful storyteller who has perfected the art of suspense in BRING HER HOME.”—Sarah Domet, author of The Guineveres”
― David J. Bell, Bring Her Home

“The soles of her feet were summer-tough, numb to the jagged shells and bits of pinecone.”
― Denise Hunter, Summer by the Tides

“He looked more at ease, more sure, like all this time I'd only ever come face-to-face with his shadow.
Standing there in that moment, I felt like I'd stumbled upon something sacred, more intimate even than what had passed between us in the house. Like Gus had pulled back the curtains in the window of a house I'd been admiring, whose insides I'd been dreaming about but even so, underestimated.
I liked seeing Gus like this, with the people he knew would always love him.
We'd just had sex like the world was burning down around us, but if I ever got to kiss Gus again, I wanted it to be this version of him. The one who didn't feel so weighed down by the world around him that he had to lean just to stay upright.”
― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“I mean my dad was a liar, but I loved him. Really loved him, so much that just knowing he isn’t on this planet still tears me in half whenever I think about it.”
― Emily Henry

“Two silhouettes blocked out the hard sun. The shapes came into focus as my vision adjusted to the light. One of them revealed itself to be a longboard. The other, the smoking-hot, dripping-wet guy who’d surfed it.”
― Jessica Parra , Rubi Ramos's Recipe for Success

“She means he's looking for something the New York Times has described as 'revelatory," Sabrina says.
"Actually... " Parth walks up with a paper bag already in hand.
“I picked this because the Wall Street Journal gave it such a cranky review I needed to read it myself. It's by this married couple who usually publish separately. One of them writes literary doorstop novels and the other writes romance.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“It always amazed her to see the treasures low tide turned up.”
― Denise Hunter, Summer by the Tides

“Low tide exposed the good and the bad, she supposed.”
― Denise Hunter, Summer by the Tides

“The sun rode low in the sky, the storm clouds long gone. The ocean was calm today, not a white cap to be found. One would never have believed there'd been a storm less than forty-eight hours ago.”
― Denise Hunter, Summer by the Tides

“Parrott, hate to disturb you on your day off. Need you to check out a death at the Campbell farm. Lots of important people at a weekend party. Looks like natural causes, but--"
“Okay, Chief. I’m on it.” Parrott shut down his computer and put on his heavy coat. He glanced back at Tonya’s picture before he stepped out and closed the door.”
― Saralyn Richard, Murder in the One Percent

“Death is the only law free of discrimination. Everyone dies. Most don’t get to choose when.”
― Caleb Wygal, Death on the Boardwalk

“I was aiming to write fifteen hundred words that day. I only made it to four hundred, but on the bright side, I also won twenty-eight consecutive games of spider solitaire before I stopped to stir-fry some veggies for dinner.”
― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“I could have convinced myself I'd snatched someone else's limbs and life and fallen in love with them.”
― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“An atomic bomb went off in my chest. My vision of a calm summer, page-flipping in the
backyard disintegrated. Camp. Tons of people. Cheesy team building. With tons of people.
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster

“One of the guys took the flashlight, and I prepared myself for all kinds of forest-at-night
horrors. Ticks. Poison Ivy. Were there bats? Bats.
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Extroverts

“Okay, everyone get in a circle, facing in,” Tyler directed.
Of course, it would be a circle. Everything here was a circle. Leadership was all about being
good at circles.
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Extroverts

“It took him a minute to register what I said, but when he did, he threw his head back and
laughed as we walked to lunch. I loved that about him, how his eyes crinkled shut with
complete confidence that the world would wait for him.
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Extroverts

“Everything here was larger than life. Forty-foot walls, human pyramids with no training, slip
n’ slides that rocketed down an entire hill into a lake. Nothing was halfway. Maybe that was
part of their lesson. Don’t live halfway.
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Extroverts

“Changes don’t have to be big and loud to be important,” Paige said softly. “You can still be
you and rock this. And if you can’t, we’ll be there. Finish strong. We’ll hold you up. We’re
with you.”
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Extroverts

“Lucas was the kind of person to dive headfirst into everything. I liked to dip my toe in the
water, get used to the temperature before floating. I admired his ability to adapt to my style.
He’d backed way off, been so respectful, and now… now it was easy to like him back.
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Extroverts

“Before long, Lucas and I sat alone on the hill, his wide blue eyes watching me like there was
nothing else he’d rather do.
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Extroverts

“A cloud passed over the moon, and the beach went dark. Crickets chirped as my heart
expanded and squished all the air out of my lungs. “I see you.”
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Extroverts

“Something shifted between us the longer I sat on his knees. I no longer wondered whether he
should notice someone like me, be with someone like me. He liked me. I liked him. It could
be that simple.
-Andy and the Extroverts”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Extroverts

“Magic. My mind is screaming, my hands unsteady as I dip my fingers inside to pull out the shimmering silver ticket.”
― K.M. Pond, A Little Help From a Hex

“The sea! The sea! How many years had it been since I’d stepped onto the shoreline, dipped my toes into the water, sunken head-first into the waves? I had dreamt of it often. This exact moment. Walking here, with the soft sensation of sand underfoot and the bright sun overhead, the chirping of seagulls and that endless expanse of coastline. Lost from the world. From time. From all of it.”
― Joshua Krook , Black Friday 2050: The powerful psychological thriller set in a terrifying high-tech future

“Caught in his headlights, I want to capture this perfection and store it in an internal treasure box where I can access it whenever I need a Vincent love hit.”
― Tami Egonu, The Meaning of You

“I didn't look down, but my face flooded with heat I hoped he couldn't see in the shade of the dock. I was wearing a white shirt. How rude of him to mention it like I was in a wet T-shirt contest.
I cleared my throat. "Does that distract you?" My voice came out lower than it should have.
"You've always distracted me," he breathed, his lips descending.”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Summer of Something