Status Updates From Un amor sincero (Spanish Ed...

"– Não sei quem é você, nem o que quer, e nem mesmo você sabe. Melhor descobrir sua identidade antes de dizer que ama alguém. Justin fechou a porta e a deixou, tremendo sob a neve."

Ainda estou decidindo se é um livro promissor ou uma completa perda de tempo

Justin is such a douchebag. I hope he gets killed off. Or castrated. Literally every single thing she says or does just pisses him off—because he wants to bone her & it’s all her fault that women are powerless & can only gain security through marriage...? WTF kind of reasoning is that, you bloody moron?!

‘Just for a moment, she wondered what the stars might predict for her own life. She let the wind blow her wish away. The heavens gave answers for countries & Kings. Astrologers read their grand designs to find hints of Christ & the Apocalypse, of comets & wars, not to comfort puny individuals.’

‘Like a mirror, the scene reflected the King who observed it. A pretend King sat on a mock throne. Heavenly beings in blue surrounded him. Beasts of the field came to lie at his feet. As she moved to her place, the court seemed as much of a façade as the play, beautiful on the surface, but concealing each player’s true nature.’

—“I leave you to your stars & your lies.”
—“Some day when I tell you the truth, you will believe it,” she whispered to his fading footsteps.
—Shivering & alone under a sky that seemed darker than before, she crossed her arms to keep from reaching for him as he descended the stairs.

*rolls eyes* "Her breath and her body were one. There was inside and no outside, no difference between his skin and hers. No up or down. No earth or sky. Just this swirling oneness, dizzying as the fall of snowflakes."

My, I can't recall the last time Michele and I went so sideways on a book. Either that or she hasn't read enough romance to be irritated over the constant Big Misunderstandings :P

"He was hard with wanting. She was weak with it."

"Her breath quickened as a plume of desire slithered up from her centre. She squeezed her thighs against the weakness, waiting for his touch...Men were all helpless that way, led by their staffs to drink at a woman's well, else how would a woman live?"