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"the first book was like a mix of american mcgee's alice and the movie suckerpunch, which i quite enjoyed! but this book... between the over explaining and hatcher (grrr he's a scary man who loves to kill and feel blood on his hands but has a soft spot for alice), i can just tell this is gonna be a long read SIGH
(and yes hatcher was like that in the first book but SOMEHOW i was able to excuse it, this time ehhh)" — Sep 21, 2026 10:57AM
"the first book was like a mix of american mcgee's alice and the movie suckerpunch, which i quite enjoyed! but this book... between the over explaining and hatcher (grrr he's a scary man who loves to kill and feel blood on his hands but has a soft spot for alice), i can just tell this is gonna be a long read SIGH
(and yes hatcher was like that in the first book but SOMEHOW i was able to excuse it, this time ehhh)" — Sep 21, 2026 10:57AM
you can’t save people from the world. There’s nowhere else to take them.
“I don't let anyone touch me," I finally said.
Why not?"
Why not? Because I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn't come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them then changed their minds. Forests of boys, their ragged shrubs full of eyes following you, grabbing your breasts, waving their money, eyes already knocking you down, taking what they felt was theirs. (...) It was a play and I knew how it ended, I didn't want to audition for any of the roles. It was no game, no casual thrill. It was three-bullet Russian roulette.”
― White Oleander
Why not?"
Why not? Because I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn't come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them then changed their minds. Forests of boys, their ragged shrubs full of eyes following you, grabbing your breasts, waving their money, eyes already knocking you down, taking what they felt was theirs. (...) It was a play and I knew how it ended, I didn't want to audition for any of the roles. It was no game, no casual thrill. It was three-bullet Russian roulette.”
― White Oleander
“But I knew one more thing. That people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger.”
― White Oleander
― White Oleander
“The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart.”
― White Oleander
― White Oleander
“To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful. ”
― White Oleander
― White Oleander
“Beauty was deceptive. I would rather wear my pain, my ugliness. I was torn and stitched. I was a strip mine, and they would just have to look. I hoped I made them sick. I hoped they saw me in their dreams.”
― White Oleander
― White Oleander
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