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There is something so deeply uninspiring about Ali Hazelwood’s female protagonists. Maybe, despite them being nuclear physicists or chemistry geniuses or hot sexy Stanford athlete - you guessed it, geniuses, they still present as deeply insecure, constantly comparing themselves to other women, and chasing after these stupid men. Oh my God why do I keep coming back Ms. Ali?

Gonna mark page 699 on my kobo as when I started outright crying

I feel like I say this with every good book but this is genuinely one of the best things I have ever read

good lord this is gonna break my heart

You know when you start a book and you just know it’s going to be life altering? Yeah

yearning and tension we are so back

We r so back

This book is freaking me out

How depressing 😭

I love whimsy!

This is so dreamy now THIS is good writing

oh boy this is gonna be a long one

Having to read this from the naive but brilliant heart of gold colonizer is getting on my nerves

so good. wow

Absolutely love this. Sciona is often infuriating, but I do appreciate the way this presents colonialism and technological advancement

I fear this book is too heavy handed with its message, with none of the character development

giggling and kicking my feet

enemies to lovers but it’s just mutual obsession bc they’re gay….we’re so back

This book is good and all but I’m convinced Ali hazelwood should have spent a little more time on ao3

Gosh the writing does get better in the fourth installment bc I am not feeling this one as much

So many interesting insights regarding disease and morality, and our view of death and sickness and how “natural” we perceive it to be or not to be

Whoever debases others is debasing himself.

I felt very close to him and really wished to be able to love and honor him as a witness, an ally, and a father. I felt that I knew something of his pain and his fury and yes, even his beauty Yet precisely because of the reality and the nature of those streets-because of what he conceived as his responsibility and what I took to be mine-we would always be strangers, and possibly, one day, enemies
-on Elijah Muhammad

such a good audiobook narration

I feel like islington writes in a way where he gives you none of the clues so that you can’t even begin to guess what is happening

“Our mother tongue, then, is no mother at all—but an orphan. Our Vietnamese a time capsule, a mark of where your education ended, ashed. Ma, to speak in our mother tongue is to speak only partially in Vietnamese, but entirely in war.”

Every word is intentional, every line evocative. Beautiful prose