Marisol Puga > Recent Status Updates

“She could figure out the best way in and out of a hedge maze in seconds, but she could not fathom the concept of an obstacle like personal safety. For her, it was a simple matter of “there is a thing I want, so I will go get that thing,” and it was incomprehensible to her that there might be a reason not to.”
Autistic 9 year old girl that sounds like someone met my Autistic 11 year old daughter

““There’s a situation you have to deal with outside, but just so you know, I hate tears and hysterics,’…”
Clemmie (witch trapped in a fox’s body)

“His parents wanted him to pick a major that could help him make money—what parent ever wants their child to major in English?”
ATTACKED 🙃

“Nothing makes sense the more you look into it.”

Not, the queen of the succubus getting in on Uncle Willem’s cozy scheme!!!!

“as I whistled a happy tune on the road, debating whether the first animal for my farm should be a sheep or a goat like Willem dreamed. After four hundred and forty-four lifetimes of war, I had finally found a way to win. Not through conquest. Through retirement.”
IS. THIS. ANOTHER. COZY. BOOK?
(Screaming unintentionally)

“And I won’t let anyone else hurt you either. I promise.”
Wth they literally met minutes ago.
Believable 🙄

“We are not miracles gone wrong but instead we are miracles going wrong. But will people see this? I’m not sure. All I know is that Uncle Nelly was right. “Bullshit!” That’s all everything is right now. Bullshit for the dead like him, bullshit for the dead all over the world, and bullshit for the dead to come.”
I am traumatized 😭

“Yeah, what is it about white folks? I think. So paranoid about anyone who looks different.”
Maury, no lie was detected 💀

“That tracks, doesn’t it? Do any of us exist, after all, unless or until we’re called to do so? Are we really alive if someone isn’t dreaming us into existence?”
Me: spirals into sadness

I am home, to mon oncle, Poiret 🫶

“She opens her hand, blows the powdered medicine between them. It jerks back, stumbling. Some of the powder lands on the man’s clothes and burns through the cloth, searing the skin beneath. “What are you doing?” it snarls. “Fighting you,” she answers, grinning.”
Hunger is the Native American Buffy we deserved

“This was it, how we all ended. Defeated by their brutality, and a world that would choose them and forget about us.”
6% in and I am enraged by how true this statement is.

““Is it dead?” Johann says, because of course he does. “I told you not to say that,” I say. “Never say that. It’ll suddenly come back to life and rip your head off, because of irony.” “I think it really is dead, though,” Matthias says.”

“Big mistake, thinking like that. Everybody knows that the guy who starts talking about his sweetheart and the farm he wants to retire to after the war is the next to get splattered. And if the protagonist starts doing it, watch out. I don’t know if I believe in God and hubris, but I definitely believe in the inevitability of dramatic irony.”
Davi
*funny witty head banter is enough to make me read this sequel

I am loving the very imaginative English uses by Alex. I didn’t know this was a novel. I watched the film in 2007 and thought “this reads like a quirky book.” I have a 5th sense 💀

Those demure Victorian love scenes are 🔥

All offense intended to Buffy, but I don’t believe she’s ever allowed herself to have a “good time” with a slayer. She seems to have too many sexual and relationship hang ups to have a one night stand. Plus, isn’t 100% against her whole moral system to sleep with someone just because they are in love with her?

“I get that sometimes, the strange sense of waking up and being shocked to realize that I am me and not some other person. That, out of every identity I could have existed in, this exact body in this exact moment in this exact place is the one I seem, in defiance of all reason, to be occupying.”
Me: IKR