One Last Stop
Casey McQuiston, 2021
Romance Contemporary fictionScience fiction
A guarded new New Yorker, a crowded Brooklyn apartment full of eccentrics, and a girl on the Q train who seems to belong to another decade.
Feels like longing and wonder. About love and identity.
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The nights you swear you'll never forget, and how quietly they go.
Nobody tells you how those nights that stand out in your memory—levee sunset nights, hurricane nights, first kiss nights, homesick sleepover nights, nights when you stood at your bedroom window and looked at the lilies one porch over and thought they would stand out, singular and crystallized, in your memory forever—they aren’t really anything. They’re everything, and they’re nothing. They make you who you are, and they happen at the same time a twenty-three-year-old a million miles away is warming up some leftovers, turning in early, switching off the lamp. They’re so easy to lose. Casey McQuiston.One Last Stop was an instant New York Times bestseller — McQuiston's follow-up to Red, White & Royal Blue, and a love letter to Brooklyn and the Q train.
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- Feels like longing and wonder. About love and identity.
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