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Chapter 18. Things are getting serious! The slow burn forbidden love affair feels so much slower and so much hotter than in the tv show. I’m loving it.

Chapter 17 next. Read for a while!

End of part 2. “He also realized, with horror, that he regretted that.”

End of Part 1! The rooftop scene was short but I think as long as it needed to be. Watching Shane and Ilya’s romance blossom, knowing how it ends, is interesting to read as opposed to the show. The tv show is pretty faithful to the book but definitely less succinct. They let a lot of empty space in the show to make up for the non-dialogue. So far so good! …

We’ve progressed pretty far from the initial spark in the gym. Chapter 1-4 in the books. Seems like up to ep 1 at this point. Thought it was just the epilogue but ya know. Here we are. I like it! Def a better pace and build up than on TV.

“You think I’m an asshole? I wouldn’t leave you like that.”

Just read the prologue! Reading because my friend Hannah couldn’t recommend it enough. I liked the end ending of the show so I’m giving the book a read. Who knows? Maybe I’ll read the other books too?

The pacing is so much better than the show’s start. I can see why ep 1 was the way it was. Not really enough content for a full episode!

Looking forward to the rest.

Mewing, monoblocks, and a few names like Nayar, Mew, and Glenfor. Talk about chewing as a means of expanding the palate and improving the facial structure. I’m a little dubious but I’ll throw some money at Turkish gum. If anything, I’m hearing I need to eat some harder foods and work on jaw strength. Ultimately I do get jaw and neck cramps. Lifelong missions to fix my posture…

Chapter 6 end!

Chapter 7: Chew.

Long awaited update. We’re going to try and finish this one this weekend and then dive into another one to keep my two book a month streak alive.

Made it through the Preface and Introduction. I think I’ll like this book.

I’ve always struggled to breathe - through anxiety and trauma, through asthma flare ups, through clogged and inflamed sinuses. Maybe this part of meditation, something I never understood, simply revolves around breath to unwind and process.

We’ll see, won’t we?

End of chapter 20. The fourth death of Sir Una Everlasting. This will be my last entry before the book ends!

The stick no longer worked. You’d remembered yourselves. So I needed a carrot.

The Third Death of Una Everlasting. He should have known, of course: Heaven is only a fairy tale.

End of chapter 16. Onto the Third Death of Una Everlasting, at last re-joined and throwing down our arms. So that we might forge on, to before, together.

“Wait for me”

Planning in finishing the book today or tomorrow.

End of 8.

“I didn’t know what to say, but my mouth formed the word without me, as easy as aiming a gun. ‘Always,’ I said. ‘Always.’”

End of 7.

“So I said, ‘Yes,’ and it felt like sliding a knife between your ribs, or between my own, or as if there were no difference between the two. ‘The story ends there.’
And this, too, I told myself, was worth it.”

End of 6.

“You saw it. I watched the knowledge of that flinch move across your face like an early frost, killing whatever had been in bloom.”

End of 5.

“And for the first time since I had lost the book, everything felt right. It was like an out of tune instrument finally ringing true, a poorly told tale finally making sense.”

End of 4. Sprawling through time. Fainting at the yew a millennia prior. A run in with You. A mix of emotions, of patriotism, fear, a nerve of anger. Grand design. War medal. But You understand. I do not understand You, even though I know You from the tomes. This is still before the First Death.

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Partway through 5. Owen is trying to reach out. He is mindful not to touch Her skin. She needs to sleep. To dream.

Up to chapter 4. Your country needs you, Owen.

Started reading The Everlasting! Seems like a romance story across the ages. They are destined to find each other, although their memories seem to be gone.

We get the story through the perspective of one Owen Mallory, first in a prologue as an adult and then starting again from when he was a child, how he was as a child and where and how he grew up. We open on Dominion’s next war, and Owen is on the front line.

End of Part Four. The entire section is from Homa’s perspective. It’s galvanizing. It’s eye opening. A beautiful and tragic and traumatizing account.

This book is one for the ages. It’s humanizing. I weep openly for the people of Iran. For the women of Iran.

The personal account tying into the American Embassy, to the Iraq and Iran wars too, is interesting for me because I’ve heard tale from my parents.

End of Act 2. Sadeh and naïve Ellie. Reading the account of The Colonel taking advantage of Ellie in her inebriated state, my hair stood on end as I witnessed it. She divulged something she shouldn’t have.

“She knew me too well - That was the problem.”

“Unaware that it would be our last.”

The book is a whirlwind! Two close friends realizing the other has changed in time. They seem close yet distant. Like hidden barriers built to protect themselves and their dreams preventing each other from truly seeing one another. What happens in the next three years?

Like the winds stirring the Dave below, whipped up by the return of the legendary Huma bird.

End of Part 1. My heart breaks for Elaleh. Her pain and story feels reminiscent of my own. I have felt that pain too.

The book is, like I said before, quite good! The simple narrative and the foundation of an aching heart built from a young age. Bright and jealous, sad and determined.

I like forward to seeing the Lionness Elaleh will become. The prologue of Elaleh-e-Homa’s estrangement begins to take shape.

Read for just 30min yesterday, fighting the street lamp and my own shadow to parse the words laid out before me.

Ellie is immediately relateable. The deep weight of regret is one people, including myself, often bear alone. How much longer will she have to?

It’s going to be a fast read, I can tell :) already loving the book.

Made it to chapter 5. So there was a final act. The brightness illuminates the unknown from within. The seeds, having been sewn, now begin to bear fruit ripe for the congregation to feast on, such that we might bear our message on winds or in stomachs…