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I’m reading this again because fuck it and I’m confused

IM BACK AND I AM GOING TO FINISH THIS SHIT!

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“There is no cure for me.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “That’s why you have to become better than me. There’s only you.”

“Perhaps the point of this is not to deny rebellion, but to only go to war with those you trust implicitly” (170).

“As far as I’m concerned, you have the credibility of a drunkard and the integrity of a rat.” - Violet

Chapter Twenty

From Wingleader, to Lieutenant, to Duke, to PROFESSOR. This man will stop at nothing. I’m dead

I love when an author starts their next book with no time skip🤌

“You love me,” he whispers.
“Stop reminding me.”
“Maybe you’re not the one I’m reminding.”

Not me getting nostalgic for last year’s book💔 I should have been more grateful to see the wingleader all the time. Sitting in the back of class. Watching from the sparring mats. Brooding all day. Sigh.
I’m feeling so sad just realizing how perfectly set up book one was!

OH SHIT IM HOOKED HAHAHA

“Why would I waste my energy killing you when the parapet will do it for me?” A wicked smile curves his lips. “Your turn.”

Everyone in this book is so fucked up, man

“On some bright essence could I lean, and lull
Myself to immortality.”

Book 3

In the stories, when somebody fulfilled a prophecy, everyone cried “Behold!” or some such, and that was that except for dealing with the villains. Real life did not seem to work that way.

Book 2

“But this is human life: the war, the deeds, / The disappointment, the anxiety, / Imagination's struggles, far and nigh, / All human.”

“Were I rippling round her now, / Circling about her waist. / Between her luscious lips and eyelids thin. / O that her shining hair was in the sun. / To linger on her lilly shoulders, warm / Between her breasts, and every charm / See how painfully I flow” (938-48).

“The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted…”

"I feel this thine endearing love
All through my bosom: thou art as a dove
Trembling its closed eyes and sleeked wings
About me.”

Endymion (Book 1)

Chapter 29/58. I have been through an up and down of emotions with this book, wanting to quit because of the romance bits (I may have read spoilers), and after this last chapter I’m rethinking it now that I’m hooked again. Idk, I like Perrin and Mat but not always their storylines. Perrin headed home.

“The poetry of earth is never dead” (Sonnet XV).

“It is quite true that sentient nature affords hosts of examples of subtle contrivances directed toward the production of pleasure or the avoidance of pain; and it may be proper to say that these are evidences of benevolence. But if so, why is it not equally proper to say of the equally numerous arrangements, the no less necessary result of which is the production of pain, that they are evidences of malevolence?”

I sure should pray
That naught less sweet, might call my thoughts away,
Than the soft rustle of a maiden's gown
Fanning away the dandelion's down;
Than the light music of her nimble toes
Patting against the sorrel as she goes.
O let me lead her gently o'er the brook,
Watch her half-smiling lips, and downward look.
And as she leaves me may she often turn
Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne. (91-106)

In the spring of 1819, a nightingale had built its nest close to Wentworth Place. “Keats took great pleasure in her song, and one morning took his chair from the breakfast-table to the grass plot under a plum tree, where he remained between two and three hours. He then reached the house with some scraps of paper in his hand, which he soon put together in the form of this Ode."

“The death of his brother wounded him deeply, and it appeared to me from that hour he began to droop. He wrote his exquisite Ode to the Nightingale at this time, and as we were one evening walking in the Kilburn meadows he repeated it to me, before he put it to paper, in a low, tremulous under-tone which affected me extremely."

Send me the words ‘Good night’ to put under my pillow.

I didn’t pick up the book for a while because I was so grossed out by the romantic subplot, I’m ngl. But I think it’s been long enough that I can move on from that chapter.

Perrin heading back to Emond’s Field! Mat!

The insta-love is so bad. I warmed up to Faile and Perrin but the whole Elayne declaring her love for Rand outta the blue is killing me. Such a detraction to be honest

I am really enjoying Emma and finally getting back around to it for winter break!

IM GETTING FLASHBACKS TO 1984 ALREADY THEY MENTIONED THE CHESTNUT TREE AND THEN RATS WTFFFF

I can’t wait to see DEATH I missed him terribly last episode

Also, yes I’m starting this partly because I just finished 1984 and need a cozy rest to feel like an innocent child again

This book gives me such a sad, sickening, hopeless feeling

Very good so far, reminds me a lot of Brave New World

I love you Discworld🫶