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""¿Puedo… puedo simplemente abrazarte? —preguntó, y jamás lo había oído tan inseguro—. Debería estar haciendo otras cosas y sé que no estamos en público, y sé que lo que hemos compartido no cambia nada, pero… ¿puedo… podemos solo fingir?"
Me está molestando un poco q no pase absolutamente nada en este libro, me encanta su relación y creo que todo es necesario para que evolucionen pero a la vez podría avanzar la trama" — Mar 08, 2026 06:36PM
""¿Puedo… puedo simplemente abrazarte? —preguntó, y jamás lo había oído tan inseguro—. Debería estar haciendo otras cosas y sé que no estamos en público, y sé que lo que hemos compartido no cambia nada, pero… ¿puedo… podemos solo fingir?"
Me está molestando un poco q no pase absolutamente nada en este libro, me encanta su relación y creo que todo es necesario para que evolucionen pero a la vez podría avanzar la trama" — Mar 08, 2026 06:36PM
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""Usaré estos poderes…, mis poderes…, para aplastar a Hybern y hacerlo pedazos. Los quemaré, los ahogaré y los congelaré. Voy a usar estos poderes para sanar a los heridos. Para destrozar y atravesar las guardas de Hybern. Ya lo he hecho antes y lo haré de nuevo. Y si piensas que el hecho de que yo posea un núcleo de tu magia es tu mayor problema, entonces es que tus prioridades están severamente desordenadas"" — Jun 02, 2024 10:52AM
""Usaré estos poderes…, mis poderes…, para aplastar a Hybern y hacerlo pedazos. Los quemaré, los ahogaré y los congelaré. Voy a usar estos poderes para sanar a los heridos. Para destrozar y atravesar las guardas de Hybern. Ya lo he hecho antes y lo haré de nuevo. Y si piensas que el hecho de que yo posea un núcleo de tu magia es tu mayor problema, entonces es que tus prioridades están severamente desordenadas"" — Jun 02, 2024 10:52AM
“It was just so...permanent.
Choosing a class became choosing a discipline, and choosing a discipline became choosing a career, and choosing a career became choosing a life, and how was anyone supposed to do that, when you only had one?”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Choosing a class became choosing a discipline, and choosing a discipline became choosing a career, and choosing a career became choosing a life, and how was anyone supposed to do that, when you only had one?”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“A dreamer,” scorns her mother.
“A dreamer,” mourns her father.
“A dreamer,” warns Estele.
Still, it does not seem such a bad word.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“A dreamer,” mourns her father.
“A dreamer,” warns Estele.
Still, it does not seem such a bad word.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“Falling in
love is really quite simple,” she says. “You want to know the secret?
It’s the same thing we are all doing about life every single day.”
I look to her.
“Forget there’s an ending.”
― Carrie Soto Is Back
love is really quite simple,” she says. “You want to know the secret?
It’s the same thing we are all doing about life every single day.”
I look to her.
“Forget there’s an ending.”
― Carrie Soto Is Back
“We live in a world where exceptional women have to sit around waiting for mediocre men.”
― Carrie Soto Is Back
― Carrie Soto Is Back
“Time moves so fucking fast.
Blink, and you’re halfway through school, paralyzed by the idea that whatever you choose to do, it means choosing not to do a hundred other things, so you change your major half a dozen times before finally ending up in theology, and for a while it seems like the right path, but that’s really just a reflex to the pride on your parents’ faces, because they assume they’ve got a budding rabbi, but the truth is, you have no desire to practice, you see the holy texts as stories, sweeping epics, and the more you study, the less you believe in any of it.
Blink, and you’re twenty-four, and you travel through Europe, thinking—hoping—that the change will spark something in you, that a glimpse of the greater, grander world will bring your own into focus. And for a little while, it does. But there’s no job, no future, only an interlude, and when it’s over, your bank account is dry, and you’re not any closer to anything.
Blink, and you’re twenty-six, and you’re called into the dean’s office because he can tell that your heart’s not in it anymore, and he advises you to find another path, and he assures you that you’ll find your calling, but that’s the whole problem, you’ve never felt called to any one thing. There is no violent push in one direction, but a softer nudge a hundred different ways, and now all of them feel out of reach.
Blink and you’re twenty-eight, and everyone else is now a mile down the road, and you’re still trying to find it, and the irony is hardly lost on you that in wanting to live, to learn, to find yourself, you’ve gotten lost.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Blink, and you’re halfway through school, paralyzed by the idea that whatever you choose to do, it means choosing not to do a hundred other things, so you change your major half a dozen times before finally ending up in theology, and for a while it seems like the right path, but that’s really just a reflex to the pride on your parents’ faces, because they assume they’ve got a budding rabbi, but the truth is, you have no desire to practice, you see the holy texts as stories, sweeping epics, and the more you study, the less you believe in any of it.
Blink, and you’re twenty-four, and you travel through Europe, thinking—hoping—that the change will spark something in you, that a glimpse of the greater, grander world will bring your own into focus. And for a little while, it does. But there’s no job, no future, only an interlude, and when it’s over, your bank account is dry, and you’re not any closer to anything.
Blink, and you’re twenty-six, and you’re called into the dean’s office because he can tell that your heart’s not in it anymore, and he advises you to find another path, and he assures you that you’ll find your calling, but that’s the whole problem, you’ve never felt called to any one thing. There is no violent push in one direction, but a softer nudge a hundred different ways, and now all of them feel out of reach.
Blink and you’re twenty-eight, and everyone else is now a mile down the road, and you’re still trying to find it, and the irony is hardly lost on you that in wanting to live, to learn, to find yourself, you’ve gotten lost.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Julieta’s 2025 Year in Books
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