The power that Bride by Ali Hazelwood has over me right now
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The power that Bride by Ali Hazelwood has over me right now
The power that Bride by Ali Hazelwood has over me right now
The power that Bride by Ali Hazelwood has over me right now
It wasn’t real. I deluded myself. I had this aching need to be loved and it was screwing with my head. Sometimes, when you crave certain feelings, you’ll trick yourself into thinking the other person is something other than what he appears.
Ilona Andrews, Magic Strikes (via larmoyante)
line of blue books
To make up for my brief on hiatus, here are some of the books I received and bought from these past five weeks. I just remember I forgot to put some of my haul, I’m saving them for other days. P.S. I just finished AGOS, what the heck is that ending? I need to discuss my feelings with someone.
Psyduck is a big fan of Genevieve Cogman, as it turns out
She did find that the books displayed prominently in every chamber had been dusted, but the spines were pristine and un-creased. They had the sad, untouched air of literature paraded for display purposes but never actually used. It was profoundly depressing.
Genevieve Cogman, The Invisible Library (via harmonymelody)
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Let’s all take a moment to appreciate this epic bookcase…
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“I threw myself down on the little hostel room bed—which was a mistake, as it was apparently constructed of baling wire and straw—and did what I always do when I’m feeling low. I pulled out my copy of OUTLANDER. Well, come on. Where do YOU go when your heart is broken? This is not a rhetorical question. Some people hit the bar. Some throw themselves into their work. Some just leap into the arms of the first non-homicidal-looking person they find. Me? I go to the bookstore.”
Excerpt From: kc, dyer. “Finding Fraser.” (via theycallmemelmel)
362/365 In Bed by M. Klasan on Flickr.
I put a full list of YA retellings on my blog!