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Yo betches!! Yes ive been gone too long, my laptop decided to go on a hunger strike lmao (its battery perma-died) so i had to find a dealer....which took months.

Good news is, its fixd, m baaaack bebe.

Gon start reviewing books now. FINALLYYYYYY

reading this book is like having a Yorgos movie experience. Its funny but also really gross with unexpected twists.

That's the American Dream: to make your life into
something you can sell.

Im looking for a book which has an effiminate hero on the cover. Curly hair.(like Benjamin De Almieda) Skinny. Wearing a pink(i think?) crew neck crop top. And black bottoms. God I cant remember the name. Lemme know if it rings a bell.

He did not believe that the mystery at the heart of things was amorphous or vague or a discrepancy, but a place in us for something absolutely precise. He did not believe in filling that space with religion or science, but in leaving it intact; like silence, or speechlessness, or duration.

Eva tilted her face up. Isabel bent toward her, bent to what was offered—a gift.



Guys i finished this.......

I think she wants to eat me. I think she would inhale me if she could. I think she’d crawl herself inside of me if she thought that’s where she’d find something that I’ve kept hidden from her. God help me. Would I let her? I would let her. God help me she looks at me. God help me I don’t want her to look away.

“Tell me no.” Isabel’s voice rumbled between them. “Eva. Tell me yes or no.”
“I can’t,” Eva said, and opened her mouth over Isabel’s. A rolling movement
of her body, the press of her breasts to Isabel’s. There was something maddening to her kiss, wide-open the one moment, and then hesitant the next, pulling back.

Eva shuddered in her slumber, goose bumps rising. Isabel stroked a thumb down the side of her neck. Isabel’s heart went wide, went tight. Went wide and tight again. The morning came with palest of skies. The shadows lifted as though they’d only been glimpsed under the hem of a skirt—the lift on an arm, secrets of the body that only unfolded for the night.

Isabel had never known an embrace like this. Had never been so close in the night. She put her forehead to Eva’s—damp sweat, hot skin. Their noses brushed. Her hand was on the sash of Eva’s robe, tightening. It wasn’t a kiss, it was only a nearness. Isabel could feel the heat of her lips. It wasn’t a kiss.

Eva brushed it aside, tucked it behind Isabel’s ear. Her fingers were colder than the room, nails cut short. “Sweet Isabel. What could I do to you?”

Isabel jerked away. The words felt as if they had been shouted across rather than hushed in the small stretch between them.

She knows, Isabel thought, wildly, and then—what? Knows what? She had no answer.

I have no words. 😳

HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT.

Its hot and there is NO touching NO kissing BUT ITS HAWWWTTT.

A long ahh time ago, i saw this duet on GR where the FMC and MMC used to be theatre actors and very much in love but got separated , but at the start of the duet , they re-unite years later. The book has a pink jewel-like herat on the cover, but idk the name of the book, can anyone let me know if they recall anything?? I do remember that the book is I think set in New Yourk.

Thanks.

like the time we were in the Sears department store and the blond clerk, bending down to stroke my hair, asked you whether I was “yours or adopted.”

“No, madam,” I said to the woman in my ESL English. “That’s my mom.
I came out her asshole and I love her very much. I am seven. Next year I
will be eight. I’m doing fine. I feel good how about you? Merry Christmas
Happy New Year.”

I don’t know if you’re happy, Ma. I never asked.


This book pulled at my heartstrings. And have you seen how darn cute Ocean was as a kid?? 😭😭

I have theories I write down then erase and walk away from the desk. I put the kettle on and let the sound of boiling water change my mind. What’s your theory—about anything Ma? I know if I asked you, You’d say no, theories are for people with too much time and not enough determination.

This book is so.......so.....idk it feels like a casual strolling in a kid's mind. BEAUTIFUL!

One good thing that came out of my reading experience with this book was, 4 pages into the book I got the STRONGEST urge to read everything about The Vietnam War and so i binged a LOT of documentaries and now know by heart every incident tht happened during the war.

A good history lesson. 🙂👍

There are only two kinds of people that exist on Earth:
~One that go gaga over Rina Kent and act possesed when the hot cover is released.
~The other ones are those who write the most unhinged roasted reviews of her books.
Me? Im still stuck on ML Marian dude.

Why do i feel like for the past few months, the 🥵 scenes are getting very vanilla or repetitive? They aint doing it for me. Authors kindly note that not everyone is doing the SEGGSY when they're not reading a book. Some of us are reading the book and then thinking about reading a book when we're not reading a book.
MAKE 'EM SPICIER.

Am I the only one who misses the sexiness of Jessa Kane's book? 😳Because I just CANNOT find that chemistry anywhere. 😫😭

Have you read WHITE KNIGHTS By Dostoevsky?

Suggest me really sexy gay-romance books with no-cheating and no-age gap and you will find a gold coin under your pillow today


Do less God bless.🥴

Just saw someone post that they are boycotting the book cause the h's from Israel.

😎Since people who read rom-coms are usually good with suggesting rom-com movies...... let me know what Ugly cry movies I shud watch that are just sooooo much intense/philosophical/hearbreaking....that I will die(hopefully not literally) if I watch them

If too many classic literary books are popping up on your feed that say PeaceOfGod wants to read [book name]...

....then you shud know I am trying to look smart.

hahah kidding.

No, I am trying to better my english. 🤷‍♀️

So out of Nowhere I thought about starting Fyodor D's 'the Idiot'.

I went to amazon and the price of the book is more than my monthly pocket money.
Are classics not for peasants like me?🙁

My mom once told me, how wierd it is that books are sold on the side of the road and shoes inside a showroom.

For over 5 months , I havent properly looked at my tbr shelf, and now when I am doing it, there are shitty books one by one.

Like....who put those in there? It certainely cannot be me!

right?


RIGHT?


I am going crazy.

Went to a book fair today.

There was a BIG shelf ONLY for CoHo books.

IF YOU'VE READ ANY GOOD. REALLY GOOD PSYCHOLOGY BOOKS....

COMMENT IT HERE PLEASE.


I'm a beginner.