The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?

There is a freedom, after all, in being forgotten

Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.

“But isn’t it wonderful,” she says, “to be an idea?”

How do you walk to the end of the world?

One step at a time.

Déjà vu. Déjà su. Déjà vécu.
Already seen. Already known. Already lived.

But Addie—Addie was a gift from Estele, shorter, sharper, the switch-quick name for the girl who rode to markets, and strained to see over roofs, for the one who drew and dreamed of bigger stories, grander worlds, of lives filled with adventure.
And so, as she walks on, she starts the story over in her head.
My name is Addie LaRue . . .

She will drive him mad, drive him away.

And she will finally be free.