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“This gentleman felt it incumbent upon him to amaze everyone by his originality and liveliness, but never succeeded in doing so. Some people he impressed unfavorably, which was a real mortification to him. Yet he did not relinquish his efforts.”

Meeeeeee

“You are exceedingly beautiful, Aglaia Ivanova. You are so beautiful that one is afraid to look at you.”

“I was both a socially engaged Buddhist and a somatic bodyworker, a genocide researcher and a therapist”

Rolling my eyes hallway out the socket at least once a page idk if I can do this.

“I was straddling her on the bed, and she was squirming desperately beneath me. Feet kicking. Her skin was hot beneath my sweaty palms. Rosebud underwear fully exposed, now. Jeans halfway down her thighs. From all the movement, I supposed. She was making an awful whining sound, her fingers fluttering frantically around my grip.”

OMG #omg

Her pants were still unbuttoned, a pink bud on the lace of her underwear staring out at me like an evil eye.

Okay girl

“No,” I moaned lowly, slapping their hands away. “Not you. Shannon. I need Shannon.” Caleb ran to get Shannon from the barn. She arrived looking terrified. … Another contraction rolled through me. What did the Bible say on childbirth? Something about women needing to suffer. Something about earning your pain. “Get the camera,” I said through gritted teeth. “Film it.”

“Our husbands had been friends since their military service. Once a year, they’d drive north to the woods of Rasht, near the Caspian, to smoke cigars and drink and fish and retell the same stories they told each other every year”

queue “He Was a Friend of Mine” by Bob Dylan ….

“Zee bent over, holding his unlit cigarette between his lips to light it within the shield of his coat. Cyrus thought that was very cool. Some point before “Green Eyes,” Cyrus passed out; when he woke up again it was morning. The bottle was nearly empty on the couch between him and Zee, and their shoulders were just barely touching.”

and their shoulders were just barely touching…

“He had expected either amused tolerance or stormy rebuke, but sensed neither. The artist just sat there staring at him for ten seconds, fifteen, thirty, her expression seemingly larger than what was visible, like it continued somewhere else beyond her face. After what seemed like an eternity she reached her hand across the table. It has been my incredible luck to meet you, Cyrus.”

She’s kinda hot…

“Early spring, that’s when I first thought I might love him”

AYOOOOO I DIDNT THINK I WOULD GET YAOI LETS GO!!!

“They both knew Cyrus well enough to not be flustered by his directness. But Cyrus was, for his part, more than a little surprised by the words as they came out his mouth, how they gave shape to something that had long been formless within him. It was like the language in the air that night was a mold he was pouring around his curiosity. Flour thrown on a ghost.”

awesome metaphor

(intersectional) feminism win: the dead mom character is bisexual!

“She left her snowshoes by an exposed ledge and hiked on, bouldering with hands and feet, the way becoming more and more difficult, until she came to a sheer rock face that was blown clear of snow and broken in two down the middle, so that a kind of wide open chimney reached through the rock to the top”

bouldering mentioned

i bet eating a beehive bees included would taste good as fuck if you were a bear

this is my beautiful perfect boyfriend’s fav book so i gotta lock in 🤓

“He went back to his first morning in Oxford: climbing a sunny hill with Ramy, picnic basket in hand. Elderflower cordial. Warm brioche, sharp cheese, a chocolate tart for dessert. The air that day smelled like a promise, all of Oxford shone like an illumination, and he was falling in love.”

I CANT DO THISSSSD bawling in the staff lounge.

“Letty, glaring proudly, her face a bit strained after such a long time. Ramy’s hands affectionately on both her and Victoire’s shoulders. Victoire’s half-smile; chin tilted down, eyes raised and luminous. His own awkward shyness. Ramy’s grin.”
…
““He wanted to rip it to shreds. But it was the only remaining likeness he had of Ramy”

RAMY’S GRIN.

“I know it hurts.’ Victoire’s throat pulsed. ‘I know – I know it feels impossible to move on. But your motivating goal cannot be to join Ramy.’
A silence. Robin considered denying this. But there was no point lying to Victoire, or to himself.”

😵‍💫

rf kuang adding moments of comic relief like im gonna forget how she killed off 6 beloved characters

Ramy nation …

Oh so we’re just killing anyone now

“Robin’s mind exploded: feelings and memories flooded to the fore, everything he’d hidden, everything he feared and dreaded, all the truths he dared not acknowledge. He was a babbling idiot, he had no idea what he was saying; words in Chinese and English both spilled out of him without reason or order. Ramy, he said, or thought, he didn’t know”

He thinks of Ramy first 🫩🔫

“One day Robin would ask himself how his shock had turned so easily to rage… And the answer would elude and disturb him, for it tiptoed around a complicated tangle of love and jealousy that ensnared them all, for which they had no name or explanation, a truth they’d only been starting to wake up to and now, after this, would never acknowledge.”

SO YOU’RE TELLING ME NO YAOI????? BC OF COLONIALISM??

1. Screaming at the pages for them to not trust letty
2. When are they burning down the tower

“Griffin cocked the gun and pointed it at a birch tree across the yard. ‘But I’m a sceptic. I think decolonization must be a violent process.”

Girl I don’t think they were saying “decolonization” casually in 1840 😭😭

“You’re sweating buckets.’ Professor Playfair scrutinized his face, looking concerned. ‘And you’ve got enormous shadows under your eyes, Swift. Have you been sleeping?”

this is just like crime and punishment

“He stepped forward. ‘Father, say her name.”

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE ‘FATHER’ MIC DROP !!!!

“I’ll be fine,’ said Ramy, pulling on his coat. ‘I’ll be with you.”

ramy…. 😵‍💫

“Their eyes met. Robin felt a prickle at the back of his neck. The space between them felt very charged, like the moment between lightning and thunder, and Robin had no idea what was going on or what would happen next, only that it all felt very strange and terrifying, like teetering over the edge of a windy, roaring cliff”

EEEEEEKKKJK

“your sentences are far too long—’
‘They’re not too long; they’re Ciceronian.’
‘You can’t just excuse all bad writing on the grounds that it’s Ciceronian—’
Ramy waved a hand dismissively”


meeeee. stealing this