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the fifth (?) and last 19th century russian author in my LBC collection

there are few things i wouldnt do for ilya rozanov and shane hollander.. including returning to my roots as an obsessive fan and joining the current mass hysteria

oh, the first story (“the kiss”) is so tender, so vulnerable..

continuing my little black classics streak of 19th century russian writers bc im too stressed out to read anything else

you know the author is a true researcher when they love using the word “ubiquitous”

i’ve been listening to this for four hours straight and shit just got even more exciting

in honour of the unbelievably exciting “the sunrise on the reaping” trailer i’m finally reading the hardcover i bought upon release..

“narrated by donna tartt” say less!

im incapable of finishing this book because it keeps making me cry. mothers dont die mothers are immortal, i dont even what to think about it!! stoppp

oh… i really don’t think this is my kind of book.. i’m happy i know this now but there’s a long way to the finish line

i’ve officially started my crocheting obsession so i’m on a hunt for audiobooks 🧶

i really pride myself in my english skills as its my second/third language but the introduction of the penguin cloth bound classic is making me question everything..

“For all that Saint-Exupéry’s thought is didactic and portentous in style, it is also anti-dogmatic, proffering an experiential and tentative lay morality akin to that of Camus. In its procedures it is antithetical..”

i really pride myself in my english skills as its my second/third language but the introduction of the penguin cloth bound classic is making me question everything..

“For all that Saint-Exupéry’s thought is didactic and portentous in style, it is also anti-dogmatic, proffering an experiential and tentative lay morality akin to that of Camus. In its procedures it is antithetical..”

ive been putting this book off for 6 years because i wanted to read it in the perfect circumstances at the perfect time, i was fearfully anticipating it and ive finally given in, and oh what a joy it is!

my heart is pounding and my mouth is agape, this is insanely addictive!

a reread is long overdue!

”Life itself, he thinks, every moment of life, is as precious and beautiful as any game of chess ever played, if only you know how to live.”

oh, who else writes about god and love in this way? there’s so much sincerity here

“In nature, he thinks, there’s no such thing as ugliness. It’s like he tried to tell Margaret in the car, beauty belongs to God, and ugliness to human beings”

“To spend an afternoon together, playing with the dog, eating dinner, doing nothing, only being together, just once more”

i feel like im in emotional turmoil

found peter’s chapters to be really hard to digest in the beginning, although it stylistically makes sense, and maybe im reading too much into it but it flows so differently when he’s with sylvie and it just brings me to tears

i cannot describe what the ending of chapter 3 has done to me, i just know that im in tears

”How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you?”

for someone who supposedly grew up vary and distrusting, Vin sure is easy to manipulate!!

gosh, what is up with this pacing..

im just so rattled and disturbed and although i find reading this so dreadful a compulsory feeling overtakes me, it has me reeling with physical disgust, its so genius!

its happening. its happening. im finally tackling this.

how long is this “tobacco industry” tangent..

not as good as “beach read” and “people we meet on vacation” so far but gosh, what drug does emily henry put in her books?

so genius to hint at the dark turns that are to come

“around him, people were thrown back by their metal as they were hit by the awesome, invisible wave of power”

im sorry but using awesome in an intense battle scene really took me out

how many times can a man wink