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He smiles without showing his teeth, dimples cutting in anyway. And I carry that smile upstairs the way you carry a mug that's just a little too full. Careful. Careful.

first read of 2026 ❄️ the cover is so cute!!

"Please don't hate me."
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-
Because it's no longer his voice in my head. t's mine
Please don't fucking hate me.

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“Did you picture my fist breaking your teeth?" he says through his teeth. "Cause that's looking more and more likely by the second."
My mouth widens into a grin. "Are you always this violent when you flirt?”

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reread time! I miss my babies 🤍

"I wanted tonight so badly. I still want it so badly."
"Louisa" Henry murmurs, and it sounds like goodbye. I feel the house holding us close. "I've been inside out, with wanting you.”

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"Maybe I don't want to call you what everyone else calls you."

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She was beautiful, this love of his. The most perfect creature that he'd been blessed to look upon. Oh, how far they had come.

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How I missed these characters 😭😭😭

So excited to be back in this world 🥹 and the book is stunning!!! I’m obsessed with the cover and the illustrations 😭

But isn't this how souls come together, by holding another's every idea to be true and making it their own?

The writing is so beautiful 🥹

I had yet to learn that nothing in this world can ever match the marvels that we conjure up in our own minds.

And they weren't bad people at all. Rather, they had nothing, absolutely nothing, inside. All their impertinences came from that. It was the yawning void inside them that drove them to deride, scorn and ridicule others, for this was their only source of satisfaction, their only way of knowing who they were.

"I could have endured anything, baby, if I knew it was going to get me here."

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I LOVE THIS BOOK 😭😭😭😭

“Confusing, really.” He clears his throat. “Is what I meant to say. Because right now you look like the Roz I’ve always been allowed to . . . touch. But . . . I’m not . . . allowed anymore. And I know that. But even so, it’s . . . hard for me.”

OH MY GOD

I’m not ready 😭 but I’m so excited to start this!

”I am not sorry. Perhaps I should be. But I will choose you every time. You, and Cat, and Laila, every time. I will lose them all if I must."

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"It makes you more interesting," Jean said, and watched the way Jeremy's jaw worked on silent protests. That he wouldn't even defend himself said worlds to how disappointed he was in his thoughtlessness; he didn't want Jean to like this side of him. Jean finally took pity on him and explained, "Not your capacity for unkindness, but how fiercely you fight against it.”

All the Trojans looked excited to be here, Jean realized as he glanced from one laughing face to another, and he felt the chasm between his heart and theirs keenly.

I love them all so much 😭😭😭

"Different cologne." Jean dragged a highlighter over a relevant section of his notes. "This one does not suit you whatsoever."
Jeremy tugged at his shirt to sniff it. "Oh, I didn't even notice. Not mine," he explained when Jean glanced his way. "I bumped into a friend on my way back to campus. Is it really that offensive?"
Knowing it had come off another man's body made it twice as terrible. "Yes.” 🤭

But Dr. Spader said grief isn't supposed to get easier: you just become someone strong enough to weather it. You let the good things and the good days shore you up so the bad days can't tear you down.

I love Jean so much! Wish I could put him in my pocket and protect him from harm 🥺

my baby Jean better experience some happiness in this book 😭😭

fomo got me here 🫡 enjoyed it so far 🤭

”You're the end of every sentence, Delilah. I've just been too stubborn to see it."

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“That’s how it’s going to be with us, isn’t it?” he asks. “We’ll take care of each other. Better than anyone else.”

Instead of using AI to create trash, they should use it to make men in books come to live! That would be beneficial for humanity

"What you want from me." He nudges my nose with his. "I'll give you whatever you want."
My stomach twists. "That's not how it's been between us," I whisper.
He stares up at me, his eyes so blue they look black. "That's how it's going to be," he promises.

"Did you want your scone, or can I have it?" she asks.
"You can have it," I tell her.
I'm pretty sure I'd give Delilah whatever she wants.

cute!!! 🥹

There’s only one bed 🤭🙂‍↔️