Q: I’m Ren Lewis and I was born with too much power. (c)
'Oh, yeah! I'm SO awesomely BAAD and I know it! And you need to know it! Watch me being perfectly obnoxious!' This seems to go through the main protagonist's mind all the time.
Basically, this is a good book, though not exemplar as we have the main protagonist, whose main problem is total lack of problems due to his so very excruciatingly aweeesome powers that he mentions seemingly on each single page. Just in case our teeny-weeny brains can't hold to that fact from our previous encounter with this claim, 5 seconds ago.
Still, it's entertaining and well-written, which I value. And, of course, it's on telepathy, among other things, which seems well thought in this world context.
And, it's like a very big problem: if this guy is this freakingly gifted mind-reader, how come he can't learn driving from someone's head, instead of fucking with other people's sheep? If you are awesome, can't you show something for that, like superior knowledge of something, anything? Preferably useful? Huh?
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I’m way too brilliant to risk a single brain cell. (c)
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I was going to drive it to London. Park it in front of the finest clubs and tempt the finest of women to join me inside it. And my plan would have worked and I would have been laid by a model at the early age of fifteen years old. However, it didn’t work because I didn’t have a license to drive or the know-how to do so. (c) An awesome plan. To drive without knowing how to drive.
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Dr. Simon said, reading from his file on the side table. He needed to have his orderly notes. Needed to be able to refer back to them. He didn’t have the advantage of a flawless, photographic memory, like me. Poor soul with his weaknesses and many shortcomings. How he made it through graduate school is ever a wonder to me. (c) Yes! Did you hear yet how cool I am?! How did you ever live without knowing that!?
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The truth invariably set me free, but not because people believed me. Rather because they thought I was crazy, which I probably am...
The truth was always the better option in these situations. No one believed it and therefore just assumed I was a no-good teen. A troublemaker. A pathological liar. The truth was I kept telling the truth over and over again and no one believed me.(c)
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Inside I smiled with glee. “The truth is that I was born half Dream Traveler, and not only can I travel through space and time using my dreams, but as this special race of humans I’m also gifted with a skill. Some Dream Travelers have one or maybe even two gifts. I can control people using my mind, hypnotize people with movements, and if I touch someone I can hear their thoughts.” I scuffed some imaginary dirt off my shoe. “That’s the truth. The big secret. Don’t be mad at me or my parents for it.” The therapist took in a long annoyed breath. (c)
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I was Ren. The boy who had been there when my teacher pulled her knickers down during my solo detention last year. The boy who had been the one to call authorities when my entire church group, including our teacher, fell into inexplicable comas. I was the strange boy. The one who things happened around. But people thought it was because I was a troublemaker branded with the word “cursed” across my head. They had no idea it was because since I was ten years old I’d come into my gifts and could control most using my mind and hypnotize anyone I dared. I told them to hold my hand so I could read their thoughts, but they’d totally shrugged me off most of the time. Even though I kept telling the truth, I was dismissed. And that’s what made the whole thing even more fun. (c)
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More than once throughout my life I’ve been asked what it is that made me so hard, so hostile. Why would something have to make me the way I am? I’ve known dozens of happy people who have nothing to be happy about and still they plaster stupid grins on their faces every bloody day. There are those who are all scared and tortured and they’ve got no good reason for the self-pity. Nothing more than a few trivial things have ever happened to them. Forgetting their lunch. Missing an exam. Not getting the girl. And yet these lowlifes go through life like they were given a curse at birth. It’s mostly just a choice. Life doesn’t make most of us any certain way. We wake up, and usually without knowing it, act in a way that fits our personality. Nothing made me the way I am. Not really. Things colored me. Persuaded me. But no experience is responsible for making me hostile. It’s just the way I prefer to be. Also, who I am is a result of something inside my bones. Probably a monster who feeds off my unhealthy behavior. I’m not a victim of circumstance. I’m a man who believes that the best strategy involves being extremely cynical and even more conniving. And if there’s one thing I’m more excellent at than all the other things, it’s strategy. I’m a bloody master at it. Hell, I’m fairly certain God takes notes out of my book. He should. If he knows what’s good for him. (c) It's funny but I actually know a person who thinks just like that. They are a delight to watch.
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Too much power doesn’t create happiness. It steals it. To have it all means there’s no struggle and without having to pay a price, nothing has value. I wasn’t gifted with powers. I was cursed with them. (c)
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I firmly believe there are a lot of one-night stands going on in dreams but most can shrug the whole thing off as “not really happening.” (c)
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I’ll have a wad of cash and my brilliance. That’s all I need. (c)
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I had a bank account larger than most working-class professionals, an impossibly high IQ, and a more thorough knowledge of the world than ninety-eight percent of the population. But I was still a kid and that was everyone’s first impression of me, which was an obstacle in some ways. I needed to change my appearance. I was a badass but now I needed to look like one. (c)
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That casino was utterly gorgeous. The only thing more breathtaking was me. (c)
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...she had a confidence that people as young as us never have. I only knew of one person with that kind of poise and I had the honor of waking up to stare at his reflection every morning. (c)
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“Well, I’m grateful that you had the plan for revenge, because you saved me from breeding with a half-blood,” Chase said. “I would have had to strangle those children.”
“You sound like excellent father material,” I said dryly. (c)
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“What do you zink?” Allouette said in a mischievous tone.“I think you people need to come to terms with reality because these types of living quarters are insanely inadequate. I’m not a bat or reptile. There’s a reason Neanderthals don’t exist any longer and if you continue to live in squalor such as this then you’ll become extinct too,” I said. (c)