Best 3 quotes of Rainbow Rowell Eleanor on MyQuotes

He sat up. He smiled. Something heavy and winged took off from his chest. Eleanor hadn’t written him a letter, it was a postcard. Just three words long.

She never felt like she belonged anywhere,except for when she was lying on her bed, pretending to be somewhere else.

Sometimes she wondered if the shape of his eyes affected how he saw things. That was probably the most racist question of all time.