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"The thrill of specialness." Now there's an intriguing phrase.

I could elaborate, but silly ol' Goodreads says my thoughts were 72 characters over the limit.

Yes, I googled pickled limes.

“There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners until needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.”

“Remember that I have the power; you believe yourself miserable, but I can make you so wretched that the light of day will be hateful to you. You are my creator, but I am your master — obey!”

“…his face was wrinkled into contortions too horrible for human eyes to behold…”

Every Trump speech.

“Nothing is more painful to the human mind than, after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction and certainty which follows and deprives the soul both of hope and fear.”

Interesting how forms of loneliness and companionship are a not-insignificant theme so far.

“You will smile at my allusion [to The Rime of the Ancient Mariner]; but I will disclose a secret. I have often attributed my attachment to, my passionate enthusiasm for, the dangerous mysteries of the ocean, to that production of the most imaginative of modern poets.”

From the chapter, ‘Sixteen Metaphors’:

You throw a ball, she catches. Then walks away and gives it to another guy, who even you agree would be better at catch.
…
She throws a ball, you catch. But she was aiming for someone else—the guy from the second metaphor. You hand the ball to the guy, who does not recognize you, and he thanks you sheepishly before running off with her.

Alright, I think I know where this is going. Well played.

“I registered my displeasure. It is the plight of the Asian goth to be denied the act of dyeing one’s hair black, it being black already”

My poor, poor, poor brain. It is now scarred. The second half of this chapter had me in constant stitches...until, that is, it sent my heart crashing through the ground faster than an anvil plummeting on Jupiter. To say this was the wildest thing I’ve ever read would be an understatement.

The savage roasting continues 😬😅

"Who has the desire...to be railed, much less conquered, by a jittery, inexpressive virgin? A dom must be tall, brooding, assured; no one wants a sadsack sadist, no one longs to be topped by a man shorter than his refrigerator... When he imagines himself...he pictures a Yorkie humping a Great Dane...He is too chubby to make a good twink..."

I’m confident if there is anything at all that you are insecure about, this book will ROAST it.

I finished the first story and god, it’s like a train wreck you can’t take your eyes off. That is, if train wrecks were also full of laugh out loud moments.

I’m not sure if my nervous system will be able to handle this book at the moment 😅

“The numbness is now merciful. A last few moments of it. Then, the fall.”

“She never took a lover… Instead she grew into a kind of aunt—a woman with sweets and love potions and soft fabrics for the drying of eyes.”

Goals.

"The never-ending ache of love and sorrow… Tears came, and fell. Above us, the constellations spun and the moon paced her weary course."

"I lay back and tried not to think of the minutes passing. Just yesterday we had a wealth of them. Now each was a drop of heartsblood lost."

They grew up too fast… *sigh*

Miller wasn't very subtle with that bedroom ball juggling lesson, was she? 😬😄

Four chapters in, and I already know this is gonna destroy me worse than Circe.

“True sadism has nothing whatever to do with sex. The intimacy I was referring to is moral and spiritual, the union of two souls in a rather mystical way. [Sade writes]: Heaven has decreed that it is your part to endure these sufferings, just as it is my part to inflict them. That’s the kind of relationship you and I are entering into, James”

At least SOMEONE understands not everything has to be about sex 😅

Apart from the opening and a scattering of episodes in the middle, it took until the 18th of 22 chapters for this story to become engaging 😬

Apart from the opening and a few episodes in the middle, it took until the 18th chapter for this story to become interesting 😬

“But there were also surly dreams which one forgot completely, of which nothing remained but some mysterious aura, some obscure bemusement. Or else one remembered later, much later, and could no longer tell whether one had experienced something or merely dreamed it.”

“But however matters stood with him at the present, whatever decisions he might reach in the next few hours, what he urgently needed at that moment was to escape, at least for a while, into sleep and oblivion.”

The password to enter the secret masked ball is “Denmark,” paralleling Albertine and Fridolin’s confessions about sexual temptations during their Danish trip the previous summer.

“Yet this light banter…led to more serious discussion of those hidden, scarcely admitted desires which are apt to raise dark and perilous storms even in the purest, most transparent soul; and they talked about those secret regions for which they felt hardly any longing, yet towards which the irrational winds of fate might one day drive them, if only in their dreams.”

“…this essential human link between the world and the infinite, the only place where the bloodstream touches eternity.”

And all the ace readers go, “hmph” 😠