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I need “insolent bitchthing” on a sticker asap

My e-library book returns in 11 minutes I’m not going to make it (time to turn off internet on my iPad)

A moment of silence for all the teenage lesbians whose letters are being used as proof of “friends opening their hearts to each other”.

Peake's descriptions of the changing seasons genuinely move me to tears

The ‘horrors of fertility’ persist but so do I

words I've had to look up: medicant, valetudinarian, clowder, friable, heterodox

why the heck is elektra's hair suddenly straight

Calling the Hapsburgs "mushroom growths" is a banger insult.

"Ravens," gasped Geralt. "So many ravens! Impossible! Ravens don't fly in flocks! Never!"

guys idk if I can do this

ugh forgot how much I dislike David French's translation...need to learn polish.

Charlotte Perkins Gilman shoutout!

Anti-Uther Rhetoric in a mainstream Arthurian book, I used to pray for days like these

Not one, but two words I didn’t know within one paragraph! ‘gonfalon’ and ‘gallimaufry’

One thing about an Ava Reid book is that the atmosphere is going to be w e t. You will smell the ocean salt, or the fetid swamp, or the snow melt. Innamorata does not break this tradition.

Leopard print?? In MY gothic horror??

“How much of the world had my brain incorrectly identified as dangerous?”

Holding out hope that this book helps me figure out how to stop hitting my friends when they move too quickly around me.

“NECESSITY HAS MADE ME INTO a convincing actor, over the past few years. The trick, I’ve decided, is to make myself believe what I’m saying is true. Not just tell a lie, but envisage the circumstances in my head. Imagine how I’d feel, what I would have done.”

I’ve never had a main character mansplain acting to me before.

“Most of the women I’ve known would be gagging and forcing every step, if they’d even made it down this far.”

Ick.

“Pryderi, the shoemakers are planning to kill us.”

“He seemed less a cleric than the antidote to clericism. If Christ had been German as well as a carpenter, and if He had survived His scourging, and if He had shorn His head with a broken bottle, He might well have looked like this man.”

“What I can’t stop thinking about”, the priest went on, “is wine.”

whatever bookstagram influencer said this was medieval horror is on my bad list. this is set in 1890 :|

Forgot how much I love medieval swears - “by St Louis and his whoring oak tree” is going in the vernacular

"It was a three-Advil kind of day. A three-Advil kind of month." Truer words have never been written.

The main character is a UVA business major grad. Automatic -1 stars.