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So intriguing. Does my brain crave science or something because I’m eating up all the descriptions and measurements and conversions

“Her eyes slid down to the red stones. And when they again lifted to his face, the unholy fire in her stare was gone. Replaced by something so dead and vacant it was like gazing into the unseeing eyes of a fallen soldier on a battlefield. He'd seen crows pick at eyes that dead.”

“She let her breathing saw in and out of her.”

The break between books was absolutely necessary because I am happy to report that I am enjoying this one. Maybe I was just sick and tired of Feyre honestly.

“Somehow, Nesta had become the ghost.
Worse than a ghost. A wraith, whose rage and hunger were bottomless, eternal.”

It has begun.

“Cassian‘s head spun, and the relentless itching resumed, like fingers trailing along his spine, his legs, his scalp.”

“There was night, and there was the darkness of extinguishing a candle, and then there was this. Not only the true absence of light, but... a womb. The womb from which all life had come and would return, neither good nor evil, only dark, dark, dark.”

“The cold of the gaps between stars, the cold of a world before light.”

“But when the time came to put away the wolf, she’d found it had devoured her, too.”

Bruh, they gonna do it or not?

“It was as if he had kept my dreams safely tucked away next to his all this time. Like whether or not I achieved them was just as precious to him as it was to me.”

“So, I bowed my head and kept my wrists devotedly together, forever caught in his invisible grasp.“

“He’s the only one standing still amid the maelstrom.“

“the sound is light and giddy, like a child’s surprised delight at seeing bubbles for the first time”

Some good lines! There are lots of inconsistencies that I’m a little upset about. Her aunt is only bad at English on the first page, and Peppy Teenager is Happy on another page. Idk, I just feel like her editor could’ve worked harder.

“My ‘todays’ would never look the same, but the dishes were still dirty.”

I love her to death, but so far, there is a whole lot of “telling” over “showing” and difficult to follow transitions in the writing that makes it hard to look past and be immersed in the story

Only reading this because we’re having book club featuring Richard Paul Evans next month (?!)

“So I simply must continue to live with this ghost, to grow accustomed to her face lingering on the backs of my eyelids. We must find some other equilibrium of coexistence that does not involve my giving her the only thing she wants.“

“the messy industry of clothing, removal and frantic stimulation of parts.”

“Geoff is one of the few people on earth who also understands the unique pain of trying to love Athena Liu. The futility of it all… Like Icarus, hurtling straight at the sun, just to feel its warmth on his skin.”

“But the living are burdened with bodies.”

REALLLLY highlighting liberal America😃

“His face is so brown and wrinkled it has the consistency of a walnut,”

“But reading discourse about myself is like prodding at a sore tooth. I’m compelled to keep digging, just to see how far the rot goes.“

YUPPP eating this up!!

“And maybe it's the cocktails, or my overactive writer's imagination, but I feel this hot coiling in my stomach, a bizarre urge to stick my fingers in her berry-red-painted mouth and rip her face apart, to neatly peel her skin off her body like an orange and zip it up over myself.”

“It seemed a waste to be on guard, where clearly nothing ever happened, when he could be holding her in his arms.“

I’ve barley started, but I can tell I’m going to love this

OH! Okay toxic man mindset🤩🤩 YES, you OWN that woman! I am starting to see the shift occurring :)

“. . .the point was, he got to keep her. And he wanted to keep her. Safe and close at hand. Admired and admiring. Devoted. And entirely, unequivocally his.“

He really was a good guy, Snow. His first act as a Peacekeeper was him taking the bottom bunk because the other kid was afraid of heights. That little detail really brought back the humanness. Gosh, Suzanne Collins really is amazing. Her writing is so easy to read

“Coriolanus stumbled onto the platform with a throbbing head and sandpaper mouth.”

“Sweat didn’t dry, only deepened.”

“Perspiration trickled down his back, and the rose, so majestic that morning began to bend in resignation.“

He was always a little sick in the head, wasn’t he?

“One way or another, their fates were irrevocably linked.“

“The wind blew and dry seedpods scampered down the sands and stopped and then went on again.”

“What will you say? A living man spoken these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small pen knife to scribe these things in sloe or lampblack? At some reckonable and entabled moment? He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt.“

“He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering it has a yet a reality, known or not.“

“the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes.“

Am I ever going to know what happened to the world? How did they survive? Tell meee

Really, really good similes here:
“They stood in the rain like farm animals.”
“By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.”
“Reflecting back the sun deep in the darkness like a flash of knives in a cave.”

“Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”

You know it’s a good old book when it uses the word trundle.

“He pulled the blue plastic tarp off of him and folded it and carried it out to the grocery cart and packed it and came back with their plates and some cornmeal cakes in a plastic bag and a plastic bottle of syrup.”

Every time it says “the road” it feels like when they say the name of a movie in the dialogue.

“Then he just sat there holding the binoculars and watching the ashen daylight congeal over the land.”

“he left the boy in the dry”

“The unseen sun cast no shadow.”

“Where you’ve nothing else construction ceremonies out of air and breathe upon them.”