"I don't know. I don't read them often. Sometimes my mother tells me about them, usually they worry about me doing drugs or something." She smiles - actually smiles! - and wraps her arms around his waist.
It's odd; sometimes she thought she was broken in some fundamental way. That when her father was breaking her body he'd broken her soul somehow. She's even more surprised to find that she's glad she's not fundamentally flawed.
"I thought I liked someone before. But ... yeah. I was wrong."