“But actually glasses are the worst. Any sense of your face disappears when you put them on. Glasses obstruct whatever emotions that might appear on your face—passion, grace, fury, weakness, innocence, sorrow. And it's curious how it becomes impossible to try to communicate with your eyes.
Glasses are like a ghost.”
― Schoolgirl
Glasses are like a ghost.”
― Schoolgirl
“-Bu köşk için cinli perili dediler de korkuyorum.
-Aman düşündüğün şeye bak! Bu dünyada hiç perisiz yer olur mu? İki gözüm onlar iyi saatte olsunlar, nerede yok ki burada olmasınlar...”
―
-Aman düşündüğün şeye bak! Bu dünyada hiç perisiz yer olur mu? İki gözüm onlar iyi saatte olsunlar, nerede yok ki burada olmasınlar...”
―
“Öldürdükleri hizmetçilerden birinin kemikleri bulundu. Allah rahmet eylesin, pek semiz, yağlı bir kadındı. Testi kebabı yapmışlar...”
― Gulyabani
― Gulyabani
“Lying there as I gazed up with rapture, I purposely avoided looking at the paleness of my body, but I was still vaguely aware of it, somewhere in the periphery of my vision. Yet, still silent, I sensed that it was not the same white body as when I was little. I couldn't stand it. The body had no connection to my mind, it developed on its own accord, which was unbearable and bewildering. It made me miserable that I was rapidly becoming an adult and that I was unable to do anything about it. I suppose there is no choice but to give myself over to what is happening, to wait and see as I become a grown up. I want to have a doll-like body forever. I splashed the bathwater about, trying to imitate a child, but I still felt depressed. I was distressed, like there wasn't any reason left to live.”
― Schoolgirl
― Schoolgirl
“Anyway, it's a lie when they say your eyes just blink awake. Bleary and cloudy, then as the starch gradually settles to the bottom and the skim rises to the top, at last my eyes wearily open. Mornings seem forced to me. So much sadness rises up, I can't bear it. I hate it, I really do. I'm an awful sight in the morning. My legs feel so exhausted that, already, I don't want to do a thing. I wonder if it's because I don't sleep well. It's a lie when they say you feel healthy in the morning. Mornings are grey. Always the same. Absolutely empty. Lying in bed each morning, I'm always so pessimistic. It's awful, really. All kinds of terrible regrets converge at once in my mind, and my heart stops up as I writhe in agony.
Mornings are torture.”
― Schoolgirl
Mornings are torture.”
― Schoolgirl
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