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"The worst of it was, she could not fault him. In his place, she would no doubt do the same. But she was not in his place."

Me, like 30 pages into this book, musing to myself: man it's interesting that the good guys in this book are the monarchists, you don't get that as often
Me, reflecting that the guys we're currently working with are not necessarily our friends given that they COMPELLED AND PRESSURED THE MC INTO A DEADLY MISSION WITH NO WAY OUT AND NO INFO: or. y'know. maybe it's a little early to tell.

Goodreads has stopped allowing me to mark books as "read" or "to-read" on a seemingly random criteria— why can't I read that book? unknown— and I got fed up, so I'm trying out Story Graph. You can find me there as snazel. If you're there, please tell me your username!

So far this has not been what I expected in terms of structure at ALL.

Alright let’s give Whale Weekly a try.

"I'm not quite ready to read Nona," I thought to myself, "so I'll read a different space book and it'll be less sad."

Folks I have played myself.

“Teenagers were more respectful in my day,” said Étienne.
“Toilets were buckets in your day,” said Chelsea. “Learn to adapt.”

Lol, remember when we liked Luna? Lmao.

Okay so I thought this book was gonna be about Rayseline and that’s on me. That was my mistake.

Another teenager for the house!

Sylvester is here!!!!

"Do your subjects argue with you like this?"
"If they try, I slam them into the nearest wall," said Tybalt stiffly. "The Court of Cats is managed in a much more direct manner than the majority of the Divided Courts."
"I see," said Aethlin.

ELF-SHOT BETTING POOL.

“Expecting one of the Gwragwdd Annwn to walk around without an illusion on was like expecting Raj to give in to Chelsea’s occasional pleas that he attend something called an “anime convention” with no human disguise and as many feline attributes as he could sustain while remaining bipedal.”

Stacy doesn’t want any of the kids (who are working-age) dating? Innnnterestjng.

I am on page twelve and already said “QUENTIN NO” so it’s going well.

"Have you ever considered," Miss Frost said carefully, "that you might not be entirely temperamentally suited to teaching?"

God I am not used to reading books with characters who are Like This any more, i'm used to being over here with beloved MCs, I'm spending half my time in the head of an alcoholic corrupt cop with a fixation on a girl half his age. Thrilling.

““I’m not depressed!”
She looked him up and down. “You aren’t? Why on earth not?”

Amazing.

Bel are you free on Saturday for coffee or high speed chases or maybe marriage.

I fucking knew he wasn’t to be trusted, the motherfucker.

“The Auditor smiled, the last of the light-streams fading around him. “You’re a hard person to disquiet, Count Jainan.”
Jainan, who felt disquieted most of the time, chose not to answer that. “Thank you for seeing me.”

“I’ve been alone for so long now,” one man said to me. “Wouldn’t it be something to be two of us once more?”

“When he returned, he realized with some horror that the man had veered off into a historical description of exactly what the Thean public had thought of each of Iskat’s Ministers for Thea. Kiem was wearing one of his listening expressions.
Jainan acknowledged the staffer and subtly cut him out of the conversation. “I like him,” Kiem said as Jainan steered them away. “Vivid grasp of metaphor.”

I have so many ships and my primary one is Jainan/Therapy.

“Kiem gave the whole thing up as a bad deal, leaned forward, and had the most excruciatingly awkward kiss he’d ever had with a person he was extremely attracted to.”

Guys I figured out what the voice reminds me of. Red White And Royal Blue, but in space.

“Right. Yes. Um. Would you like a drink?”
“If you’re having one,” Jainan said politely.
Kiem was very much planning to have one, more so with every word this conversation progressed.”

Oh my god we’re doing “only one bed” for political reasons.

“The chief press officer was a stout, short man with a bald head that reflected the light and a presence like a bear in a room full of nanotech. He wore a thick wooden bracelet on each wrist and gave the distinct impression he would have preferred brass knuckles. “‘Morning, Kiem.”

“Press Office informs me that you put on a troll costume, joined a carnival procession group, and fell in a canal in the middle of the parade.”
“It was a kids’ group,” Kiem said. He would have panicked about trying to explain the newslog photos, but he didn’t have any panic left over from being summarily engaged to a stranger.”