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Adrian’s 2024 Year in Books
Take a look at Adrian’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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Adrian Page
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Knotted (Threads #3)
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“Our days were full of tiny moments like these, when she loved me even when I was not looking. When she saw me even when I felt like I was hiding.”
― Knotted
― Knotted
“I loved her. And I loved her no less in
Colorado than I did in New Hampshire than I would
in Tokyo than I would in Kathmandu than I would
in Cape Town. I would love her in every
supermarket, every ghost town, every national park,
every retail outlet across the world. I would love her
when I was sick, old, ugly, dying. When I was
healthy, young, beautiful, alive. I loved her when
she made dinner and when she forgot. When she
burned out from grad school or work or law school
or folding the laundry. When our kids were born
and when they grew old and left us.”
― Tautened
Colorado than I did in New Hampshire than I would
in Tokyo than I would in Kathmandu than I would
in Cape Town. I would love her in every
supermarket, every ghost town, every national park,
every retail outlet across the world. I would love her
when I was sick, old, ugly, dying. When I was
healthy, young, beautiful, alive. I loved her when
she made dinner and when she forgot. When she
burned out from grad school or work or law school
or folding the laundry. When our kids were born
and when they grew old and left us.”
― Tautened
“It was a light, soft kiss. Just a peck, really, but the
second her lips touched mine, everything inside of me went quiet. Everything in me steadied, calmed, warmed. It was like taking that first good sip of hot chocolate; not the one that burned your mouth, but the one after, when it had cooled to just the right temperature.”
― Unraveled
second her lips touched mine, everything inside of me went quiet. Everything in me steadied, calmed, warmed. It was like taking that first good sip of hot chocolate; not the one that burned your mouth, but the one after, when it had cooled to just the right temperature.”
― Unraveled
“I wished I could show Sunny the inside of my mind. To peel back the flesh and bone and white matter and show only the raw truth of me.”
― Woven
― Woven
“I knew why. I knew I loved you from the moment you barreled out of your house and demanded to help us move in. From the first time you held my hand and led me down to our fort by the cul-de-sac.” She sighed. “I loved you every minute of it. And every single time we got close enough that I thought you might love me too, you pulled away.”
― Woven
― Woven
“I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted to tell her things would be simple. I wanted to tell her the soft animal of my body wanted only the soft animal of hers. But instead, I let myself succumb to the warmth of her skin and the rhythm of her breath, slipping back into a half-sleep.”
― Woven
― Woven
“Lia had mentioned staleness, and I wondered if this was it. Growing old in this town, with these women you’ve known your entire life, eating cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches, and rehashing the same gossip week after week. As comfortable as I was in my routine, in my sameness, I could see how that might seem terrifying.”
― Knotted
― Knotted
“I ached and ached, but I didn’t know what aching was, so I thought it was love. I wrote her I loved her. I wrote her to love me back. I wrote her I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was sorry for. But I felt it in the swell of my belly, full of apples and regret. Deep and primal. The first feeling I ever learned to name.”
― Knotted
― Knotted
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