One Last Stop by Casey McQuinston
“New York takes from her, sometimes. But she takes too. She takes its muggy air in fistfuls, and she packs it into the cracks in her heart.”
time . place . person
I sat down before I started this and had a little chat with myself. I told myself Red, White & Royal Blue was a lightning strike. A unique planetary alignment, a perfect storm, a once in a lifetime kind of thing. I told myself not to expect that feeling again, 'cause that wasn't fair to CMQ, to this book or to me. I swear I did. But damn. I guess lightning can strike twice.