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“As she watched four writhing hands wrestle over the single key ring, an inexplicable dirty feeling ran through Yuki. Now she could understand why certain people had a hand fetish.”

the context of this line is so deranged and out of pocket that it could not be more obvious a male author wrote this. 😭

unfortunately, i get him

premise so deliciously tempting i ignored all my misgivings about rf kuang’s writing from yellowface & the middling reviews im seeing on gr to grab this from the bookstore for $20… sometimes you just gotta follow your heart

that American humans consume vulgar, prurient, stupid stuff at the clip of six hours a day, for this both TV and we need to answer. Television's biggest minute-by-minute appeal is that it engages without demanding. One can rest while undergoing stimulation. Receive without giving. [It] resembles other things mothers call "special treats"...

made me delete x from my phone lol. crazy that things are so much worse now

this is the best writing i’ve ever read in my life and it is driving me insane. i feel like i’m seeing god

yeah my past self was right about this one

He leaned back against the seat and watched outside. He tried to think how he would explain it to Molly. It was like sitting in a theater and watching a dark film. Like being carried through a black-and-white dream, tugged along on a subconscious current. He had control over exactly nothing. He could watch, or he could close his eyes. Those were the only choices. And if he closed his eyes, it would all happen anyway.

it has been eight years since they met and nothing has changed between them or in their separate lives at all

Hollander crossed the room and opened yet another door. This one led to...
...a fully finished bedroom. Like, a really nice one.

ladies and gentlemen we are witnessing the writing of all time

ahhh… this is so ass 3

my first exposure to heated rivalry was going to a watch party for the show and leaving after episode 3 bc i was cringing my face off. so i know it’s not for me, but still, at least the show had some style to it! it looked great, scenes felt impactful. this book has no style, it is so empty, it is nothing. still gonna zoom thru it for that sweet gr winter challenge achievement i guess

Every moment mortals died, by shipwreck and sword, by wild beasts and wild men, by illness, neglect, and age. It was their fate, as Prometheus had told me, the story that they all shared. No matter how vivid they were in life, no matter how brilliant, no matter the wonders they made, they came to dust and smoke. Meanwhile every petty and useless god would go on sucking down the bright air until the stars went dark.

It was always easier when she was hateful. “I am not weak. And I will never be sorry not to be like you. Do you hear?”

There was no answer, of course. Only the air, eating my words.

Each spell was a mountain to be climbed anew. All I could carry with me from last time was the knowledge that it could be done.

I did not call dragons, or summon serpents. My earliest charms were silly things, whatever came into my head… If Aeëtes had been there, he would have choked on his beard to see such kitchen-tricks. Yet because I knew nothing, nothing was beneath me.

this is so psychically agonizing to read