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"I've always used pain to fuel my anger, to keep myself going. It washes over me, burning and biting, and I swallow it down. It ignites something in me.

Something merciless. Determined. Unstoppable."

My first five-star feeling with a book, since forever!!!

"He gives me a long look, then kisses me again. It’s not rushy or urgent. It’s not a bookend kiss, he’s not signing off, he doesn’t say goodbye—he just kisses me, hands in my hair, soft and melty, and then he slips out of my room.
His kisses are commas."

"You can’t avoid the avalanche of emotions that come with the termination of a relationship; you can only prolong them, which I refused to do. I looked every feeling I felt square in the eye and stared it down... The grief would come in waves, and I’d miss him on certain days, at certain hours, but for the most part, I had closure, because it wasn’t rejection and no one fucked up. We were in love and it didn’t work."

"If he was more like me, he would have pushed. The truth, no matter the cost. But all our lives, Oliver has loved me in a way where he’d never hurt me; even if hurting me meant loving me the most, he couldn't."

He gives me a long look again and then shakes his head. “That’s not why you’re sad.”
I bellow, “Who the fuck asked you!”
He shrugs gently. “I don’t know, Georgia—I think maybe the more important question is, who didn’t ask you?”

Liking this less than Magnolia Parks right now but am so invested in the family drama already!

"Privilege begets more privilege, a never-ending cycle."

"I'm absolutely fucking sick of it. Of living a life where I just accept I have no control, that our children can just disappear and no one will do a single thing about it."

Am I reading a fantasy or about the state of our own world right now???

"Women in pain give men confidence. It stirs up something instinctive, deep inside them, that makes them believe they have the upper hand, even if every logical piece of evidence screams at them they do not."

"But that’s not how pain works… You ignore it and it just sinks down deeper. It lodges itself in the corners of our memories, hangs off tree branches on Callawassie Drive. It hides under the pews in the back row of the church. It gets caught in a pile of sheets no one knew what to do with."

"The superpower of being young is that you're closest to being nothing - which is also the same as being very old."

"We murder ourselves, he thought, by remembering."

"Peter was just that brilliant, arrogant, and absent-minded all at once; a combination of traits that only talented men like him could be, for the world forgave them any number of transgressions as long as they dazzled. For Peter, probably, making a date was the same thing as making small talk; it smoothed things over, and didn't signify commitment."

The Perfect Murder - 3/5 stars

Crossed Lines - 2/5 stars

Santa Drops In - 2/5 stars

You'll Never Forget My Face - 1.5/5 stars

Sun Over the Yard Arm - 2/5 stars

A Dead Simple Plan - 4/5 stars

Dream Wife - 3/5 stars

Art Class - 3/5 stars

"We canna grieve for those who've gone. Not before we've fought to change the world that took them."

"London does not forgive a traitor... It will suck you down, O my lovely. Into the tunnels and the plague pits. Into its dark heart, where all the traitors bodies sink."

You can't get in,' Eleanor said wildly, and again there was a silence, as though the house listened with attention to her words, understanding, cynically agreeing, content to wait.

"The evil is in the house itself, I think. It has enchained and destroyed its people and their lives, it is a place of contained ill will."

"No Human eye can isolate the unhappy coincidence of line and place which suggests evil in the face of a house, and yet somehow a maniac juxtaposition, a badly turned angle, some chance meeting of roof and sky, turned Hill House into a place of despair, more frightening because the face of Hill House seemed awake, with a watchfulness from the blank windows and a touch of glee in the eyebrow of a cornice.”

"Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”

"Hearts are frivolous things, good for nothing but pickling."

"Everything here is dying. Even your fuels are made if decomposed matter. Humans use death as a means of sustaining life."