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’My dear fellow,’ replied Danglars, ‘you are three parts drunk, finish the bottle, and you will be completely so. Drink, then, and do not meddle with what we are discussing, for that requires all one's wit and cool judgment.’

Oh so she’s funny!

Fully gooped, gagged, and flabbergasted. This is so much fucking fun.

Before I can answer, there is a scream so sharp it severs any thread of denial, and the whole word comes apart at the seams.

!!!

When the world I was designed for has changed so much, in what ways must I myself change?

To rule the woods as a monster. Because once you become a monster, you have nothing left in the world to be afraid of.

’You'll always be sad about this,’ Mia said softly. ‘But it doesn't mean you made the wrong choice. It's just something that you have to carry.’

Why should the myriad ways of the universe conspire to realize the will of a mere individual?

Space zombies?! Oh, I love you, Bora Chung.

Giggling at ’I stan Kierkegaard’.

This is so good.

Vested up. Warriors. They think like winners. They're on a first-name basis with death.

Love a title drop at the eleventh hour. Can't wait to finish this.

So, clearly she has two options: call it quits--admit that murdering people is perhaps trickier than it looks and not the way to do academia. Or, double down.

’Fuck yeah, what a movie.’

The audiobook, which is British, says “film”. The US print edition says “movie”.

Do American editors think we are so fucking dumb that we don’t know what a film is?! I see this shit ALL THE TIME in books from the UK and all it does is distract me.

What is the point of this?! This is not rhetorical. I want to know why. Please. I beg. Stop this.

Well, if nothing else, she could give him a sting.
She knocks the bee into his lemonade.

Okay, love this so far.

The woman smiled at her and asked, ‘How do you justify calling for the freeing of rapists and murderers?’ And wasn’t that what it always came down to? Fear.

Anti-abolitionists just repeating the same question over and over and refusing the listen to the answer. Too real!

What she’d learned was that life, any life, was death and rebirth, death and rebirth. Everything always changed.

Death becomes laundry. Death becomes food. Death the currency of everything if you let it. And they let it.

She hated what she was, but she loved what she could do.

This is so intense but also addictive.

It was hard to forget the things that hurt you. You didn’t often forget the shape of your cage.

I soft DNFed this 3 years ago & have always wanted to come back to it, but I was nervous.

The audiobook so far has made all the difference. Really great narration. I am finding I often prefer Black narrators because they aren't afraid to put some damn emotion into it!

I believe it is the role of women to cover up the truth of mortality.
Wow.
And that's a lot of work, says Justine. A lot. Think about it.

Still laughing & liking this but it already feels too long.

What disturbed me the most—what did the most damage to my sense of self—is probably the fact that Angelique found me murderable at all; that there was something murderable about me. I hate that there's some.
thing murderable about me.

That I'd probably help you plan the disposal of my body in advance if you asked nicely. I'd run to the shops.

This book got me LOLing for real.

I have measured out my life in coffees I cannot technically afford.

Aha, clever. This is gonna be funny, I hope.

Sometimes she did not mind the dark, because it was easier to imagine herself somewhere else and the image of the house, the shtetl, the city, could not interrupt her daydream.

Loveee this so far.

Everything good must die. That's why I keep living.

I thought this was going to be much more unconventional. It is very straight forward. I am so bored.

Youth is the first thing violence takes from you.

Writing is not like talking, it’s being close to God.

They say that feeling a lot is risky, but being safe isn’t living. Being safe is being dead.