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“It was the first Thanksgiving Joan had ever had without her parent or Barbara, but it was the first time she had ever felt this at home.”

❤️ This is how it should be. The holidays spent with people of your choosing that make you feel settled and content.

“Gravity is underrated. It gives us something to fight against.”

No other author I read uses foreshadowing as frequently or to such good effect as does Uncle Stephen.

“Even when I was angry, I wanted whenever I could have of you.”

This gorgeous cover art makes me angry at my Kindle Oasis that does not display in color and that I can’t tell my friend-on-hiatus how beautiful I think it is.

“One dead whale provides as much food as 1,000 years of marine snow.”
What?! That is amazing.

Reread in preparation for the new installment.

How fun that they walked over to Lake Marie and that I have walked through the campsite that they are staying in. I’ve been to Lake Marie so many times. I’ve spent many hours on and around it and have enjoyed so much time there; it makes listening to the story more special.

Noooooo! Not Minerva!

A Scottish brogue from The Legendary One again?! Big smile here!

“The cau-casity!” Lolololol

When the title of chapter 1 is Thou Shall Not Trust A Two-Faced Bitch, I think this might be a pretty good fit for me. Lol.

“They were all bound together in a larger family, now. Sisters in the best sense.”

Engaging writing so far. I like that our main character is Maori.

I like the author’s use of foreshadowing. it is a literary device that, when well done, I feel can really add to a story.

Also, who in the hell is the narrator? I remember wondering that the first time I listened. She never directly interacts with the other characters.

Glad to read Yong point out how fallible scientific studies and our understanding of other species can be. I get frustrated with people stating that something we “know” about the natural world is the “truth” only to hear later that it isn’t. Let’s be humble and speak of our understanding and not of our knowledge.

Shooooot, I shouldn't have waited so long to finish this series. I've forgotten some pertinent details. 😬 No surprise there! 🙃

"The scar remains a badge of bravery and disobedience, a memento of my childhood when I made discoveries on my own, ones so exciting they overrode caution."

I remember mom fussing over my childhood injuries, worrying about the scars I would bear. Don't worry mom, most have been absorbed and transformed by my body to faint shadows of themselves or are gone completely. The few that remain, I wear proudly.

What a great opening paragraph!

Please oh please let me see a platypus using its electroreceptors in the wild when we go to Australia!🇦🇺

Also, where can I get me some of those. I must add that to the list of superpowers to consider requesting when the advanced alien race takes over the planet…

“Everyone loses their way at some point, and it’s not just because of their mistakes or the decisions they make. It’s because they’re horribly, wonderfully human. And the one thing I’ve learned about being human is that we can’t do this alone. When we’re lost, we need help to try to find our way again.”

I couldn’t agree more.

“I…like it when we talk. It’s one of my favorite parts of the day.”

My friend told me this once and it has stuck with me. Precious. I hope she knows that it was one of my favorite parts of the day too.

“Yeah. I can see that now. I’m not perfect. I never claimed to be. I still make mistakes like everyone else, even though I try my best.”

Same Hugo, same.

Finally! Thank you to our public library system for putting my tax dollars to work to supply reading material that I find interesting.

“Scars do not bother me, they are the laurels of the survivor.”

“She might have been kneeling before me, but I was the supplicant.”

Oomph

“We hadn’t yet learned that the line between sexy and slutty was so thin. It could move with a whisper.”

Meanwhile, for a man or a boy, that line is so thick it takes a shove to move it

“It wasn’t like I was struck by lightning or anything, but I remember that last look, that fraction of a moment before she left.”

Love those mild frissons of attraction.