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Hood Feminism: Notes from the Women That a Movement Forgot

by Mikki Kendall (Goodreads Author)

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Jan 01, 2023 10:45PM

“I don't know. I don't actually remember anything from before the surgery."

His eyebrows rose, his blue eyes sucking in all the light of the room. "The cybernetic opetation?"

"No, the sex change."

The doctor's smile faltered.

"I'm joking.”
― Marissa Meyer, Cinder

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“Captain?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think it was destiny that brought us together?"
He squinted and, after a thoughtful moment, shook his head. "No. I'm pretty sure it was Cinder.”
― Marissa Meyer, Cress

tags: cinder, cress, fate, lunar-chronicles, thorne

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“See that eye roll? It translates to, ‘How am I possibly keeping my hands off of you, Captain?”
― Marissa Meyer, Winter

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“For the socially timid, the kitchen is the place to be. At least, it is a place to start.”
― Laurie Colwin, Home Cooking: A Writer in the Kitchen

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“Then came the march past the victims. The two men were no longer alive. Their tongues were hanging out, swollen and bluish. But the third rope was still moving: the child, too light, was still breathing...
And so he remained for more than half an hour, lingering between life and death, writhing before our eyes.
And we were forced to look at him at close range. He was still alive when I passed him. His tongue was still red, his eyes not yet extinguished.

Behind me, I heard the same man asking:
"For God's sake, where is God?"
And from within me, I heard a voice answer:
"Where He is? This is where--hanging here from this gallows..."

That night, the soup tasted of corpses.”
― Elie Wiesel, Night

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