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Well, if Colleen Hoover is good at anything, she can sure as hell get me out of a reading slump

I just need a stupid summer romance book, and then I’ll read the other stuff

(I had to chop up these updates because of character limit, but this is regarding that last quote.)

I really like that this dialogue comes from a conversation between a woman seeking answers and a Mother Superior. I think it’s a sign of a good church leader when they can recognize the limits of faith and the realities of the world.

“‘I know the hardships are just beginning. You must stay strong.’ ‘By believing in God.’ ‘Yes, of course, but not only by believing in God. Prayers and faith will not be enough, I’m afraid. The path of righteousness is often dangerous. Get ready, Vianne. This is only your first test. Learn from it.’”

I just have not been in a historical fiction mood. The book is good, just hard to want to make time for it.

“Automobiles were no better than walking anymore—the few that were still running were moving only at the whim of the people around them; like flotsam in the reeds of a muddy river.”

“Had she learned nothing in life? People left. She knew that. They especially left her.”

So far, so good

“The stairs unfold from the ceiling like a gentleman extending his hand.”

“The street was a living, breathing dragon of humanity, inching forward, wheezing dirt, honking horns”

“Hunger walked beside her, poking her insistently with its sharp little elbow, but what could she do about it?”

“. . .I had followed him into his lake of blood and I would be sorry for it all my days.”

“My skin felt shot through with power, like the sky before a storm.“

“Oh, Father, it was not our fault. Punish them. As if he had ever needed urging. Helios and his endless wrath.“

“I could see it: the smoky fire and the tang of old bronze, the must of pressed olives. And Odysseus, expertly wrapping his son with shame.”

“I stood there a long time, a bolt-struck the scorched to its roots.”

“So easily those spells had risen in my mind, the ones that wild let me cut his desires from him, like paring rot from fruit.”

“Beneath the bare branches we grieved together, for the man I had known, and the man he had not.“

“The branches tilted around me.“

She’s really giving in to the haggard old witch stereotypes now, c’mon Circe

Very cool story so far, and great writing.

“the grudges of the gods are as deathless as their flesh”

“The feathers of the bed murmured against each other”

“He stood up — I will not say gracefully, for he was too solidly built for that — but easily, like a door swinging on a well-fitted hinge.”

Glaucos… like glaucoma?! Taking and taking until the good is all gone and things left are useless. Work vocabulary consumes my thoughts.

“Divine days fall like water from a cataract“

“the rich green of forests, the jagged mountains, and the wide out-flung blue of the ocean”

“My other uncles ran to my father’s palace. . .fears spilling from their mouths.”

Now why would you care about the kid you liked when you were fifteen?

See? Quick, easy read

LISTEN, listen, I KNOW Colleen Hoover SUCKS, but I got this book for my birthday and I need a quick read. I also want to watch the movie

“there's still a bright sky due to Alaska's bloated daylight hours in the summertime, and my soul feels the bloat”

“I try tugging the sliding door shut but it's on the wrong track, so I push that door away from me and grab another one, which is still wrong, and then re-push and re-pull until I get this home-cooked slide puzzle challenge right, all those seasons of Survivor culminating in this one moment. But will I win immunity?”

“He stands up. . . and impales me like it’s nothing. And I wrap my legs around him like it’s everything.“

“I hate that phrase. ‘I was worried about you.’ Frannie uses it all the time. It skirts around the truth. Rather than own their own feelings, the sense of rejection or disappointment or whatever they experienced in reaction to something I did, they find a way of making themselves bigger and me smaller. I'm the one they have to worry about because they're the adult and I'm the child.”

“a look of concern on his cream of wheat face”

“‘Would anyone be offended if I say a pre-meal prayer for the group?’ he asks. Frannie looks like she might cum.”

“I thought it might be nice to be the more wanted one, but it's uncomfortable. To feel how eager he is to please me, to accommodate me. The unevenness reeks.”

Agh, her writing is just so readable.

“The offer hangs in the air for a second, the kind of second where a full four-course meal of emotions is devoured within it. Regret, then nervousness, then anticipation, then dread. All chewed and swallowed and partially digested, mixed with saliva and swirling around, just waiting. And waiting. And waiting.”

I have to admit: I can see why she is coming out with another book😔

“They were petty and cruel and drank the magic of the land like wine.“

“she was bent and shaped and directed by the sound”

Chapter 49 and 50 is the best work Sarah J. Maas has done in this series. Astoundingly well written.

Chapter 49 and 50 is the best work Sarah J. Maas has done in this series. Astoundingly well written.