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Okay... things have started to connect more and more 👀

I didn’t think we’d get any more povs, but I’ve read some of Stepon’s and it feels so nice to read.

So, the pov switches keep coming without a warning? I’m all for multiple povs, but here each one’s written in first person, and the switch happens mid-chapter, without any explicit marker; no mention of a name, no first lines or first three letters in bold, etc. I think it could be very confusing for those who pick this book on a whim and don’t feel like committing to it (like me, except I was taken by curiousity).

That had been another of my mother’s disappointments: her magic, of which she’d had none.

I mean, it has to mean that, too, right? Like I’m waiting for you to think about that and look into it, Alex!

All worlds are open to us. If we are bold enough to enter. Did that mean the underworld too?

people who can’t be bothered with manners pretend to be amused by them.

There were no bookshelves, only stacks and stacks of books piled at varying heights, as if he had been in the process of walling himself in with colored bricks.

“Suffocating beneath a pile of books seems an appropriate way to go for a research assistant.”

Don’t tell me you haven’t read the file.”
“I have. I want to know how you survived.”
Alex rubbed her thumb over the edge of the windowsill. “So do I.”

I do not usually mind parting scenes or the circumstances that lead the main characters away from each other, but I’m not at all liking that right now. 😩

Some authors really have a way of making you enjoy two characters annoying each other, especially when one of them is infuriated precisely because the other one is right 😅

It did hurt more. It did.

Maybe I should have followed him; but somehow it went from too soon to too late, without the right moment in between.

It’s started to feel like a Ghibli movie ☕️🗝📜📖🚪✨️

He never understood why she chose him. She loved only abstract things like music and books and strange words. Ove was a man entirely filled with tangible things. [...] He went through life with his hands firmly shoved into his pockets. She danced.

But though it’s a strange truth, all this ludicrous fuckaboutery can serve a purpose. Silk will prove stronger than steel on the right battleground. Beauty can be a kind of weapon, and bestow a rare power. The only kind they will allow you in this place anyway.

This book was already close to boring, but with the new pov we've just gotten? It's BOOORINGGG! (Truly wanna skim through this one)

One time I asked her why she was so obsessed with what I was thinking, and she got angry and yelled, ‘Because I want to know what’s happening inside you! Because you happened to me! You happen to me every second I’m alive.’

I’ve only read TWENTY-THREE pages, and Fredrik Backman already has his amazing MAGIC GOING!!! (I don’t think I can survive this book)

Did anyone at all feel uncomfortable with the dialogue in this book?