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Let’s be so fr.

stop describing the ‘voluptuousness’ of women’s bodies. I’m begging.

#girlpower

I skipped over the prologue which was an entire history of the Hobbits. I have never been so lost in a fantasy book before.

so much miscommunication for creatures who can't lie

The characters stare and stare a lot.

ok they’re kinda cute

And someday when I’m old
When my pride and vanity fade
And I get sick of signing
Can I retire to that place with you?


SHE JUST WANTS PEACE AND QUIET AND HAPPINESS!!!!!

Why is Rhysand the most powerful High Lord? Is it only because he’s lord of the night and that’s edgy or smt????

Should I read Fourth Wing? I have no energy to think about anything critically. Not even remotely.

Genuinely, wtf is God doing here.

“‘You’re him aren’t you?’
‘Who?’ Elend asked.
‘The Lord Ruler’
Elend looked down at his black uniform, encased in a mistcloak, both of which were slick with blood.
‘Close enough,’ he said.”

I laughed, but you can’t say he’s not self aware

I would appreciate it if George stopped offering to tie ppl up every other chapter.

“Yet, I am a noblewoman. I do fit in here. I was born to the streets by one parent, but I was born to this by another.”

QUOI. Am I supposed to ignore the fact that the nobles were literal slave owners to the ska and mistreated them constantly for profit FOR VIN TO HAVE A LITTLE GIRLBOSS MOMENT? I don’t think this is what the revolution was for.

“Elend, you stopped the beating of children.”
“And if those beatings could save lives?”
Interpret this how you want.

“It would seem a great paradox, the fact that after everything they had told Letty, all the pain they had shared, she was the one who needed comfort” (375)
letty.

« Alors, elle resta toute froide; elle pensait aux hommes, à son mari, à Goujet, à Lantier, le cœur coupé, désespérant d’être jamais heureuse » (246)
And she won’t be.

Shit is getting problematic

So no Hermès bag for Robin

“One night, during a fitful burst of sleep, he had a sudden and violent fantasy of pushing Letty into the Cherwell.
When he awoke he searched himself for any hint of guilt, but could find none; the thought of Letty drenched and sputtering brought just as much vicious satisfaction in the sober light of day.”

Yk I can see why.