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Door Colors: Sky blue for an acquaintance, heart red for a lover present, past or future. Clover green for an enemy, plum for an old friend. Vibrant orange for someone trustworthy, pale pink for a blossoming relationship. Mustard yellow for family and erm, traveling salesmen.

half way through and I am just unsure where the hell this story is going to go after all of… THAT

I really connect with the book on trying to navigate life in your late twenties. The only characters I really connect with are Simon and Felix because they feel real to me and to the kinds of people I have interacted with; ESPECIALLY Felix. The everyday working man at a manual labor job (i.e. me). Alice and Eileen are a bit insufferable, but mostly Alice. Eileen needs to get her head outta her ass.

these emails between Eileen and Alice are so painfully boring

“Stop writing about me.”

In a voice both raspy and low, and so, so familiar, Shane said, “You first.”

I AM SCREAMING

Just read The Shadow Over Little Chitaly..

What the fuck?? is happening?????? I’m just confused? and a bit terrified??? What did I just read?????

Chapter 36:

“Maybe love shouldn’t be built on a foundation of compromises but maybe it can’t exist without them either. Not the kind that forces two people into shapes they don’t fit in but the kind that looses their grips, always leaves room to grow. Compromises that say there will be a you-shaped space in my heart, and if your shape changes, I will adapt.”

“And—I should have said this earlier, right up front: this computer doesn't know italics, so... expect some underlines?”

well…

alright, the excessive underlining of things for completely different reasons is driving me NUTS and i just started this book.

Underlining to emphasize words, to mark a Trademark, to make an inflection, it’s TOO much. Use capitalization, italics, bold. you have other tools. and to do it numerous times in a page is crazy.

“I wish I were an herbivore, Lewis thought as he feasted on tuna. Then he reconsidered. Plants were probably the most sentient of all living things: rational, bloodless bystanders, witnessing the great horror of it all.”

“Wren saw now how passion was delicate and temporary, a visitor, a feeling that would come and go. Feelings fled under pressure; feelings did not light the darkness. What remained strong in the deep, the hard times, was love as an effort, a doing, a conscious act of will. Soulmates, like her and Lewis, were not theoretical and found. They were tangible, built.”

“My sister was just another girl doomed by politics and ancestral texts that say a girl's destiny is to be wholesome, obedient, and quietly attractive, but invisible when need be. Nailed to the cross of her own gender, a girl finds herself between the mother and the prehistoric rib, where there's little space to be anything other than a daughter who lives alongside sons but is not equal to them.“

“‘Sometimes I think the universe is just a glow. The glow of a cigarette in the dark. All the stars, the plan-ets, the galaxies, the infinite edges. It's all in the small glowin' tip of a cigarette in the hand of a man leanin' back against a wall, watchin' a girl walk by on her way home, knowin' she'll never get there.’”

“‘Fraya says it means you're a woman.’
‘Why we have to bleed to earn it?’ Flossie slammed her fists on the mattress. ‘What happens when we get old and it stops? What then? We stop bein' a woman? Ain't the blood that defines us. It's our soul.’ She held her hand on the bridge of her nose, the exact place Dad always told us our souls were. ‘Souls don't have a monthly cycle. Souls just are.’ “

“‘God hates us, Betty.’
‘The Carpenters?’ I asked.
‘Women.’ She dabbed the lipstick against my lips, using her pinkie to smooth it into the corners. ‘God made us from the rib of man.
That has been our curse ever since. Because of it, men have the shovel and we have the land. It's right between our legs. There, they can bury all their sins. Bury 'em so deep, no one knows about' them and us.’ “

“We shared one imagination then. One pure and beautiful thought. That we were important. And that anything was possible.”

“Nature speaks to us. We just have to remember how to listen.”

i would die for jacob

“ ‘But Syl... I find I'm not worried. We are going to survive this. No matter what Wit said.’ [Kaladin] nodded firmly. ‘We're going to have that drink with Adolin and Shallan.’ “

I have a very bad feeling about this. Whenever Kaladin is happy, shit always gets bad.

“‘I assume,’ Kaladin said under his breath, ‘most book-quartermasters aren’t so terrible.’
‘Wait, what did you call her?’
‘Um ... book-quartermaster? Who works at the scribes' supply depot?’
‘The head librarian,’ [Syl] said, ‘at the library?’ “

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“If Light is Investiture, and all Investiture is deity, and deity has Intent, then Light must have Intent.”