{"quotes":[{"text":"I was just trying to demonstrate to the students of Rowland University that Rowland University was not infinite. It had taken me a long time to figure out what the problem was, but one day I realized that the students at Rowland University thought that Rowland University was infinite. Infinite bookstore. Infinite fraternities and sororities. Infinite sports teams. Infinite snack shop. Infinite Homecoming. Infinite graduation. Infinite prospects.","author":"Jon Woodson","tags":["african-american","contemporary-fiction","satire"],"id":7231,"author_id":"Jon+Woodson"},{"text":"A future as lonely as the surface of the moon and still just the sight of him feels like a homecoming, like a song I used to know but forgot.","author":"Katie Cotugno","tags":["contemporary-fiction","future","home","lonely","love","song","young-adult"],"id":14867,"author_id":"Katie+Cotugno"},{"text":"The dusty library air is electric with secrets/ almost palpable in the thick quiet that bounces between/ Cal and those books and me.","author":"Stasia Ward Kehoe","tags":["contemporary-fiction","music","verse-novel","young-adult-fiction"],"id":21463,"author_id":"Stasia+Ward+Kehoe"},{"text":"...We were pulling into the next station, when the woman suddenly got to her feet and made a move to squeeze past me. As her knees made contact with mine, she turned towards me. Her eyes locked straight onto mine, her eyelids pinned back, with a look I could only describe as sheer dread. In the next second, deep tram-lines formed between her eyebrows and her expression shifted. It was as if she was silently imploring me, entreating me. To do what? I had no idea. I was immobile, her gaze pressing me into my seat by some centrifugal force and I held her stare, unsure of how to react. Just as swiftly, she dropped her eyes and the moment passed. With one final glance behind her, she was swallowed up in the bodies at the door. She was getting off. Something wasn’t right.","author":"A.J. Waines","tags":["contemporary-fiction","crime-fiction","mystery","psychological-thriller","strong-female-lead","suspense","women-"],"id":22705,"author_id":"A.J.+Waines"},{"text":"I'm going to turn my life around. Make a complete three sixty.'Don't you mean one eighty?' he corrected. 'If you do that, you'll end up right back where you started.'Maybe. But at least I'll have a chance of coming out of it a different person - a better version of me.","author":"Megan Duke","tags":["coming-of-age-novel","contemporary-fiction","young-adult-fiction"],"id":31139,"author_id":"Megan+Duke"},{"text":"Talk to me. Say something, anything,' he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal.'There's nothing to say.'He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. 'Why did you kiss me?","author":"Stephanie Witter","tags":["book","contemporary","contemporary-fiction","contemporary-romance","friends-to-lovers","new-adult","new-adult-romance","novel","romance","romance-novel","six-years","standalone"],"id":36822,"author_id":"Stephanie+Witter"},{"text":"If a woman chooses to support her husband and become First Lady, I believe she must do so with the understanding that the public expects the full-meal deal.","author":"Venita Ellick","tags":["contemporary-fiction","contemporary-women","fiction","qa","quotes","for-women","venita-ellick"],"id":44448,"author_id":"Venita+Ellick"},{"text":"I just want to know—are you rooting for me? Are you hoping I pull this off?'Cath's eyes settled on his, tentatively, like they'd fly away if he moved.She nodded her head.The right side of his mouth pulled up.'I'm rooting for you,' she whispered. She wasn't even sure he could hear her from the bed.Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face.","author":"Rainbow Rowell","tags":["contemporary-fiction","new-adult","young-adult"],"id":44903,"author_id":"Rainbow+Rowell"},{"text":"Sametimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them.","author":"John Green","tags":["contemporary-fiction","contemporary-romance"],"id":47262,"author_id":"John+Green"},{"text":"Shortly before school started, I moved into a studio apartment on a quiet street near the bustle of the downtown in one of the most self-conscious bends of the world. The “Gold Coast” was a neighborhood that stretched five blocks along the lake in a sliver of land just south of Lincoln Park and north of River North. The streets were like fine necklaces and strung together were the brownstone houses and tall condominiums and tiny mansions like pearls, and when the day broke and the sun faded away, their lights burned like jewels shining gaudily in the night. The world’s most elegant bazaar, Michigan Avenue, jutted out from its eastern tip near The Drake Hotel and the timeless blue-green waters of Lake Michigan pressed its shores. The fractious make-up of the people that inhabited it, the flat squareness of its parks and the hint of the lake at the ends of its tree-lined streets squeezed together a domesticated cesspool of age and wealth and standing. It was a place one could readily dress up for an expensive dinner at one of the fashionable restaurants or have a drink miles high in the lounge of the looming John Hancock Building and five minutes later be out walking on the beach with pants cuffed and feet in the cool water at the lake’s edge.","author":"Daniel Amory","tags":["chicago","city","contemporary-fiction","contemporary-literature","downtown","lake","neighborhood","school","summer"],"id":58460,"author_id":"Daniel+Amory"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":69,"pages":7,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}