Randy tore these words out of a magazine during a recent flight with United. I interpreted the last bit as a physical affliction and practically heard a soundtrack of inspirational music playing. I think there is more to the quote, but that’s left behind on a half-torn page flying somewhere around the US:
The book flips back and forth between moments after Lena escapes and the life she builds for herself in the Wilds. While her new pals help bring her back to life after Alex, she finds they may be hiding some secrets, and the guy she is supposed to following as her mission from the resistance may turn out to be more trouble than she expected. And just when life finally seems to be better, it turns a lot worse.
John rubbed circles into his temples in a counter-clockwise pattern with one hand. With the other he ruffled the stack of papers on the secondhand table using stiff fingers. His breathing grew harder and his fingers more rigid, as though the stack might leap up and attack his face and he had to be prepared.
How would he ever pay these bills?
Lena Halloway lives in an alternate-present Portland where love is considered a disease. Thank goodness the government has found a cure for love. Lena looked forward to undergoing the procedure, wanted it, even. Ninety-five days before she receives the cure, she meets a boy named Alex who shows her the world she knew is not as black and white as she thought.