Exhale by Joel Abernathy
You don’t know what it’s like to feel like there’s a monster inside of you, clawing to get out.
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Exhale by Joel Abernathy
You don’t know what it’s like to feel like there’s a monster inside of you, clawing to get out.
Sometimes I Lie by Alice Feeney
It made me realize that people who do nothing are just as dangerous as those who do.
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Broken by Jex Lane
We have been told this war is about power and wealth, territories and survival, but it’s a lie. A terrible lie. This war is nothing more than petty revenge.
Sire by Jex Lane
You always tell such beautiful lies.
Captive by Jex Lane
Because love is the easiest way to control someone and I needed a way to control you.
All The Crooked Saints by Maggie Stiefvater
A desert is a lot like an ocean, if you replace all of the water with air. It stretches out and out in unfathomable distance and, in the absence of sunlight, turns to pure black. Sounds become secrets, impossible to verify as true until the light returns. It is not empty merely because you cannot see all of it. And you know in your heart that it isn’t - that it is the opposite of empty once it is dark, because things that do not like to be watched merge when all of the light is gone. There is no way to know the shape of them, though, until your hand is on it.
Lovesong by T.J. Klune
The trees sway as she walks through the forest. She thinks that she will decipher that fire. Here. At last. Because grief is fire. It burns until all that remains are charred bones of a life that used to be.
Ravensong by T.J. Klune
But then everything would be blue, and I didn’t understand. It was azure and indigo and sapphire. It was Prussian and royal and sky. And then it was midnight, and I understood.
BOOKS READ 2018 5/? → I’ll Give You The Sun by Jandy Nelson
“Or maybe a person is just made up of a lot of people,” I say. “Maybe we’re accumulating these new selves all the time.” Hauling them in as we make choices, good and bad, as we screw up, step up, lose our minds, find our minds, fall apart, fall in love, as we grieve, grow, retreat from the world, dive into the world, as we make things, as we break things.
He grins. “Each new self standing on the last one’s shoulders until we’re these wobbly people poles?”
I die of delight. “Yes, exactly! We’re all wobbly people poles!”
BOOKS READ 2018 4/? → One of Us Is Lying by Karen M. McManus
These murder club meetings are becoming a regular thing. We need a new name, though.
There’s Someone Inside Your House by Stephanie Perkins
If the corn were an ocean, the cries were its waves.
Wolfsong by T.J. Klune
Violet was anger. Blue was sadness. Green was relief.
BOOKS READ 2018 3/? → Wolfsong by T.J. Klune
I must not have been a man yet because my eyes burned a bit. Mom was crying at the table and I could hear Elizabeth sniffling outside the window, but there was Joe in front of me. He was the little boy who had found me on the dirt road the day I turned sixteen. The little boy who had become a man and stood before me a few days before I turned twenty-three. He thought I was worth something. I wanted to believe him.
BOOKS READ 2018 2/? → There’s Someone Inside Your House by Stephanie Perkins
It had been so long since Makani had left any amount of genuine, unadulterated happiness that she’d forgotten that sometimes it could hurt as much as sadness. His declaration pierced through the muscle of her heart like a skillfully thrown knife. It was the kind of pain that made her feel alive.
BOOKS READ 2018 1/? → This Is Where It Ends by Marieke Nijkamp
Terror is our strongest force because we’re only afraid when we have something to lose-our lives, our loves... our dignity.