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“I can long for her, and still hate her.
After all, does a moth not hate a flame, when it learns that the very thing that attracts it is the thing that will see it burn?”

“Let me tell you, there is nothing more terrifying than being attacked by the scorned equivalent of a glorified goose.”

I’m sorry, did he just say that the reason his family are ‘obsessive planners’ about christmas plans and airport arrival times is because his grandmother escaped hitler???

“I was a ‘productivity geek’. You know how some people are passionate about bodybuilding, or fashion, or rock climbing, or poetry? Productivity geeks are passionate about crossing items off their to-do lists. So it’s sort of the same, except infinitely sadder.”

I was going to post a quote here but I actually dont think I could in good conscience make any of you read what I am reading - I’m not even 20% through yet but I think I’m gonna have to dnf

I love this funky lil bot so much

theres been quite a lot more horny body ogling than I would expect for a single conversation between enemies in chapter one

“But if you think about it, this one large crime pays the same amount as ten or eleven medium-sized crimes, so we’re actually just… just maximizing profit and minimizing sin.” GIRL NO

“Bad Llama. Level 3.
It’s a llama, but it’s bad.”

gripes about american measurements aside, this already has some really fun and unique recipes! I’ve never seen brownies made with beer before???

you cannot go on about how baking is a science and accurate measurements are important and then measure your butter in only american sticks or tablespoons!!! I will not be measuring 12 tbsp of butter just tell me how many grams it is

“Ben was too proud to admit he was overwhelmed. He would cling to his knitting and his obligations until he passed out from sheer exhaustion.”

big mood

the terrifying vampire/succubus only having star trek as a reference for how the world works is Very Funny

“This is a dark Vampire Succbus named Eleonore. She is 5’8” tall with flaming red hair and emerald eyes. Very sexy, comes with her own Knives. Hisses. French.
She is very Angry in nature but at least some threats are Jokes! Good friend, maybe good girlfriend I do not know, will do Anything for you–bite vengeance murder Jenga etc, Eleonore does All”

obsessed w this time travel romance, especially him sneaking her a bag of gold coins (that he earned by using her hints about the future for investments) and telling her if she doesnt keep them then he’ll “start withholding scones”

“Laurie has packed himself back into his box of apathy, as if his mouth hadn’t been inches from Evander’s ear moments before as he whispered, Or worse, you might wake up. He is gasoline poured into Evander’s open mouth of flame, and the worst part is how he likes the taste.”

“Laurie is smoldering sin when he tilts his head back in a way that begs to be kissed.
Not that Evander would kiss someone like that. That would be akin to swallowing poison and relishing the taste.”

“And so, in the absence of any abiding religious convictions, this was the one blind faith I had: that love was a physical force, and it was never wasted. Once it was called out into the universe, it would echo back to us forever.”

“I’d once had my torso blown open by a grenade, but god forbid a trained professional should suggest a blood test.”

love getting to reread a favourite for book club 💕

I am really enjoying this book, but it does feel like I’ve been thrown suddenly into advanced chemistry and history at a foreign and very racist school - I am very viscerally experiencing what Anequs is, and its taking a lot of brainpower to process!

this baby dragon is like a little cat and I love her 🥹

little bit intimidated by this book opening with a periodic table before the map 😳

the library wouldnt let me borrow any more books today bc this one is so overdue, so I guess this is the one I have to read next 🙈

why am I crying over this old lady and her mouse 😭💕

“[…] the brick cottage where Helen had grown up was still there. Now and again she walked that way into town. The front garden had been paved over, but cracks in the cement sometimes bled flowers she could name, as though just below the surface of this world are the ones we remember, still going on.”