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"What if it isn't enough?" Georgie asked him last night.
"We'll make our own enough," he promised her in 1998.
"Will you marry me?"

Rainbow writes the way a heart beats...

Georgie shouting about how she is forever not going to Omaha makes me think of a certain someone who wishes she never went to Omaha, but she will, because she is a GREAT FRIEND WHO WILL TAKE ONE FOR OUR TEAM. *cough cough*

He sounded like he was holding the phone even closer to his mouth now: "Do you love me, Georgie?"
"More than anything," she said. Because she was still telling the truth, damn the torpedoes. "More than everything."

These dialogues, these dialogues, these dialogues. If I could save them in a bottle!

(I probably could.)

My past self was really prolific- I was just about to status-update with a quote, which I had apparently quoted in my last re-read. Some things never change. And thank god for that!

For posterity purposes, I need to say that I have already laughed out loud and teared up, having only just read the acknowledgments (they are at the beginning of the book in this one). I am sure there is a word for this. And it's probably love.

"I don't know that I've ever noticed my yearning," Hope said.
"Maybe I'm not a natural yearner?"
"Oh, I am.'" Cherry folded her arms and leaned her shoulder into the seat, getting more comfortable. "I could yearn professionally. I think I kind of do - all my success comes from wanting something more or something better."

The way I love and love and love (and relate) to this, totally endlessly.

"Cherry, you said that if you ever got a tattoo, it would be that
Frodo Baggins quote."
" I will take the ring,Cherry thought, "though I do not know the way."
"Yeah," she said, "but I didn't get it."

Feelings on top of feelings. And a reminder to read TLoTR at some point!!

Baby was a drawing.
She looked like Cherry. She talked like Cherry. Sometimes she did things that Cherry did. Sometimes she said the exact same things that Cherry had said.
But Baby wasn't Cherry.
Baby still belonged to Tom.

Rereading this with (now) deeply established feelings means that EVERYTHING hits differently and way more and I love this to death! 🍒♥️

Ebb nods and pets the goat. "To think you used to be at each other's throats."
"We're still at each other's throats."
She looks up at me doubtfully. She has narrow blue eyes, bright blue-brighter somehow because her face is so dirty.
"Ebb," I insist, "he tried to kill me."
"Not successfully." She shrugs. "Not recently."

I love this kind of logic 😁

I have so much I want to tell you.
But time is short.
And my voice doesn't carry.

Excuse me while I enter my feels...

"How are you staying alive?" Simon asked.
"I manage, thanks."
"Not well," Simon said. "You look like hell."
Baz smirked. "Again, thank you, Snow. You're a comfort."

If I end up rereading Carry On after this, it will most definitely not be my fault 😁😁

Cath ate the banana and held on to his gaze. "I'd give you the moon right now," she said.
Levi's eyes flashed happily, and he hitched up an eyebrow. "Yeah, but would you slay it for me?"

And if you know, you freaking know!

Reagan sat at the end of her own bed, folding her arms. "Have you been going to class?"
"Of course."
"How?"
"Class is different," Cath said. "There's something to focus on. It's still bad, but it's tolerable."
"Are you on drugs?"
"No."
"Maybe you should be...."

The way I love Reagan, truly, endlessly!

Cherry had always been a furious thinker, the kind of person who could never really turn off. It was sort of incredible how grief could clear her head—how Tom could make Cherry go totally still inside. None of her gears spinning. None of her neurons firing. The way the sadness settled inside of her like concrete.

I feel and feel and feel this, for days and days and days.

"Matthias," she said, running her fingers through the close crop of his hair. It hurt. The world hurt. Touching him hurt, but she still did it.
She might not ever get to again. "I am not sorry."

And yes, those are tears in my eyes.

"She's beautiful," Brum said, in an exaggerated way. You were strong
not to be lured by her."
I was lured, though, thought Matthias. And it wasn't just her beauty.

Okay, having only read this once and with ten years having passed since then, I can honestly say I am WORRIED.

Kaz had said he didn't want her prayers and she wouldn't speak them, but she wished him safe nonetheless. She had her aim now, her heart had direction, and though it hurt to know that path led away from him, she could endure it.

Everything is fine, don't mind me. Hearts aren't breaking or anything.

"What is he doing?" asked Matthias.
"Performing an ancient Zemeni ritual," Kaz said.
"Really?"
"No."


hehehe

"Stop," he said softly.
She struggled against his hold, glaring up at him. "Let me go."
"I can't. Not while you're a threat."
"I will always be a threat to you, Matthias."
The corner of his mouth pulled up in a rueful smile. His eyes were almost sorrowful. "I know."

I stand defreakingSTROYED.

"Why did you move out of your father's house?" Jesper asked.
"It was time," Wylan said tightly.
"Idealist? Romantic? Revolutionary?"
"Idiot?" suggested Nina.

How on earth did I ever forget how much Leigh is making me laugh!!! My mistake, won't happen again hehe

In the good dreams, he slammed her to the ground and throttled her, watching the life drain from her eyes, heart full of vengeance—finally, finally. In the bad dreams, he kissed her.


Ooooooooooooohhhhh

Myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Heaaaaaaaaarttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

"I could ask the demon to carry you"
Zoya sniffed. "Thank you, no. The last time you let it out, it tried
to bite me."
"I think it was meant affectionately."
"Are you certain?" asked Genya.
"Not entirely," he admitted.

Have I mentioned that I live and die for them 🥹

'You yourself know it very well, ashes, ashes...'
He made a gesture of weariness, put his head in his hands, murmured a few words.
'What did he say?' Rose asked.
'After ashes, roses,' said Paul.

Ah... heartache.

What he wanted was the freedom to honour, in his way, the stone essence of his native stream.

Finding truths everywhere these days 🎐

He said to himself, We think we're stronger, but death inhabits us.

This book, and all its truths.

"I would make you my queen because I want you. I want you all the time."

Why, yes, that was a breathless manic laugh that came out of me, why do you ask.

'Sorrow is everywhere. We can't get away from it, he said. 'But sometimes, in certain places, with certain people, you'll become another woman, and you'll be able to breathe again.'

🙏🏻

He'd had plenty of time to consider such things in the isolation of his glass cell, but now that he was free, truly free to choose, he found that only one name suited. The oldest of them: Aleksander. He had no reason to hide his strangeness any-more. Saints were meant to live forever.

It's fine, fine, totally fine. It's not as if a name can RUIN ME! Oh. Wait.

"Can you draw me a plan of the drüskelle buildings?"
Hanne huffed a breath. "This may be the worst idea you've ever
had."
"Maybe so, but can you draw me a plan?"
"Yes, but you'll still have to get us past the gate."
"Don't you worry, Hanne Brum. I have a gift for getting past
Fjerdan defenses."

Ain't that the truth 😌