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it’s been ages since I’ve read one of his books, but not even 5% in and stephen king has somehow found a way to randomly talk about the size of a woman’s breast as one of her first defining descriptors. sometimes u read a book a really are just whacked over the head straight away with the authors own fuckery

Later, she would regret not asking more questions. She would come to realise that so much of her anger was cultivated in the privacy of her own head. olivia gatwood is soooooo good at capturing such minute but overwhelming emotions with the simplest expressions

why are so many fantasy authors so obsessed with using em dashes so frequently and incorrectly? is there a war on commas/semi colons, or simply just ending a sentence, that I don’t know about?

“Don’t put this in your novel.” That, too, had always made me laugh, though there was an underlying assumption that was somehow troubling: that the disorder you experienced in your childhood was somehow to your credit, or capitalisable upon in later life—even though, or precisely because, it was a discredit to your mother.
oh girls we’re really in it now

attempting to give this series another go but I forgot how much this book drags🙄

svetlana & selin are fully in love with each other yes maybe this isn’t written directly on the page but I KNOW this in my heart

how is this book inflicting this much psychic damage onto me and i’m not even 50% of the way through…

hardly through the book at all and already this is all so tender and dreamy.

“One night, when Lucas was away seeing family, I heard a strange sound, a puttering, like a mini gas-powdered boat. I saw his belly rising and falling, and realised I provided a place where he felt safe enough to sleep. Healing became the sound of an old dog snoring.” <3 <3 <3

i’m loving this book so much but please i’m too stupid to have such a comprehensive grasp on physics why do i suddenly have the urge to start learning science again girl help

the scream i just let out!!!

literally so much is happening i cannot stop screaming at every new chapter

i got halfway through the book and took such a long break that i’m restarting but can i just say gideon is one of my fave protagonists just bc so far her weakness really is just pretty women asking her to do stuff. what’s more relatable than that?

my ability to predict lesbian drama from a character’s first introduction honestly amazes me

back to the trenches I go! sorry to the person I’m about to become, blaming lois and jam for this one

it’s the consistent bad writing and making it seem like a woman not knowing the dangers to her body during pregnancy for me🤢

the way the girlies fucking hate each other and have already beaten each other up within the first four chapters... not a single clue what’s going on but call me toxic, I love romance😩

maybe it’s because it’s almost 3am or maybe it’s the British humour or because I’ve had a couple rum and cokes or maybe it’s because I haven’t spoken to somebody in person for weeks but I’m honestly enjoying this little novel so much it’s the first time in ages I’ve laughed out loud to a book multiple times in idk how long

i’m not being funny but this is setting Audrey up to be a big fat lesbian and if she doesn’t at least kiss a girl while trying to figure out of Dracula is real then what’s the point of this whole argument with thomas been about? if not dykery, then what are we working toward?

quite possibly one of the more painful books to read by straight women. am really struggling to even finish this, it’s so fucking terrible. idk why i’m doing this to myself

skin is soft; it takes what you do to it.

ARE THEY FORCING IT? NO, SOMEBODY ALWAYS NEEDS TO GO FIRST. I KNOW THIS. I GO FIRST.

ok let's get this shit show over with...

this is gonna be bad lol

the end of the story was clear from the start. I just didn’t care. People in line rarely do. And like most people in love, or maybe like most writers in love, i thought if I could keep formulating it correctly, if I could keep finding the right words to house it, maybe I could change it. But, of course, I was not it’s sole author.

I did not know that earlier that day he had read my journal, and had there found that I was in love with someone else, that I had made love with someone else. I had only told him I was leaving. As we had sex I suddenly suspected he knew more than I’d told him. I suspected this when I said, aghast, this is how Jane died, and he said, without missing a beat, I know.

this book is leaving me gasping

How good it is to love live things, even when what they’ve done is terrible, how much we each want to be the pure exonerated creature, to be turned loose into our own wide open without a single harness of sin to stop us.

you no longer trust the darkness.

...I have earned this joy; I have been waiting for it for so long. Abandoning a lifelong belief that to name happiness is to dissipate it, she smiled at herself in the mirror and told herself silently, You are happy, Eleanor, you have finally been given a part of your own happiness. Looking away from her own face in the mirror, she thought blindly, Journeys end in lovers meeting, lovers meeting.