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In the middle of the night a woman screams and jumps out of bed, eyes filled with terror. Her startled husband watches her rush into the bathroom and open the medi-ane cabinet. She then dashes to the kitchen and inspects the inside of the refrigerator. Finally, she flings open a window and gazes out onto the street below their apart. men. She takes a deep breath and returns to bed.

If you don't give a whit about women's lives because you're a gynophobic right-wing internet troll, save your money and get back to your parents basement right now; this isn't the book for you.

To paraphrase the cultural theorist Fredric Jameson: it is easier for many of us to imagine the end of the world than it is for us to imagine the end of capitalism,

a morte, esta morte que, como já havíamos dito páginas atrás, está adstrita à espécie humana com carácter de exclusividade, não nos tira os olhos de cima nem por um minuto, a tal ponto que até mesmo aqueles que por enquanto ainda não vão morrer sentem que constantemente o seu olhar os persegue.

"Parece, contudo, que as mulheres solteiras e sem filhos são as pessoas mais felizes que por aí há. Isto não pode ser surpreendente; basta pensar numa vida em que a única carga mental que temos é a que se prende com a nossa própria pessoa e sem a deceção de ter um companheiro demasiado pateta para desempenhar bem o seu papel de parceiro."

"(...) e porque, tendo aberto os olhos para a protunda mediocridade da maioria dos homens, não resta qualquer razão verdadeira para os apreciar por defeito."

"Every society has its own idiosyncrasies. My parents told me Humans do odd, incomprehensible things all the time. They hoard resources others require to survive.
They sometimes murder members of their own groups. They destroy the very place in which they live."

I simply cannot critically review any of Ali's books. They are my favourite even if they were shit

Fix me Ali Hazelwood

It doesn't even matter that once upon a time I loved him and he loved me and my brother broke us and then Rome left and broke me

Giggling kicking my feet

"Don't admire me too much," Monty says. "I was bored last night, that's all. I'd take any excuse to beat a man senseless. You may not know this, but beneath my smile, I'm a fount of bottomless rage."

What do I want more than anything?

My brain runs through a list of obvious responses: to get B Corp Certi - fied, to make our customers happy and confident with the way they look, to be the best friend to Camila I can possibly be, to be a daughter and sister my family is proud of.

Can I get a f break

Encanar a perna à rã

Dizes metamorfose e segues adiante, parece que não vês que as palavras são rótulos que se pegam as cousas, nao são as cousas, nunca saberás como são as cousas, nem sequer que nomes são na realidade os seus, porque os nomes que lhes deste não são mais do que isso, os nomes que lhes deste

Well buckle in mfs
Ultimas paginas de SJM é sempre uma aventura

Love this so far
Why do I love this series sm ?

A rainha-mãe nem melhorou nem piorou, ficou ali como suspensa, baloiçando o frágil corpo à borda da vida, ameaçando a cada instante cair para o outro lado, mas atada a este por um ténue fio que a morte, só podia ser ela, não se sabe por que estranho capricho, continuava a segurar. Já tinhamos passado ao dia seguinte, e nele, como se informou no princípio deste relato, ninguém iria morrer.

Wtf 😭😭😭

Something had been unlocked in her. For so long and in so many ways, Eva had been holding herself back. Now she wanted to figure out who she was and then be her, delight in her. Delight in everything! Have an actual life and live it! She vowed to herself to be honest-with herself and with everyone. In pain? Admit it. In love? Claim it. Life was too short to be anything but herself.

"Look at history," Eva continued, rubbing a temple. "Roxanne Shanté out-rapping grown men at fourteen. Serena winning the US Open at seventeen. Mary Shelley writing Frankenstein at eighteen. Josephine Baker conquering Paris at nineteen. Zelda Fitzgerald's high school diary was so fire that her future husband stole entire passages to write The Great Gatsby.

"Yes, you did. But you should have stayed gone" - for no fucking reason !!! Odiei, não parecia a mesma personagem

Estou triste por estar a terminar a série

Oooooooo this is good