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“She died. She can’t come back, even if you keep her stuffed away in a drawer you can’t look at. You’re not waiting for her resurrection; you’ve made yourself her mausoleum.”
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DARKNESS SUITS ME.
Remarkably Bright Creatures ₊‧.° Shelby Van Pelt ₊‧.° 2022
▸ Contemporary
My Final Rating: 10 🫧 out of 10
I'll be honest, this is not the kind of book I usually gravitate towards. I hadn't even heard of it before one of the members from my book club suggested it as our next read. When everyone agreed on Remarkably Bright Creatures, I was sceptical—I don't vibe with a lot of contemporary fiction. But I *am* a lover of fantasy of any kind, and the premise alone made me excited to give it a shot. And I'm glad I did!
It's a lovely story and a lovely book.
Every character was deeply relatable in their profound humanity. Even Marcellus, the octopus. Or should I say, especially Marcellus. It was poignant—this is a story about grief and getting old and the transformative power of connection—a gut punch and a warm hug all in one. It was as if I possessed parts of every character. I could see pieces of myself in all of them, and I couldn't put it down.
I loved it. And I'm glad my friends chose this one. I just wish giant Pacific octopuses (octopi? octopodes? octopussss?) lived for one million years. I feel like that if any animal on Earth could achieve immortality, it’s for sure them. I love you, Marcellus.
It's a crappy, fitful nap, but it’s better than nothing. Aunt Jeanne always said, when shit starts to go sideways first thing in the morning, go back to bed and start over.
▸ The Downside of Free Food | Remarkably Bright Creatures, by Shelby Van Pelt
Tova wonders sometimes if it’s better that way, to have one’s tragedies clustered together, to make good use of the existing rawness. Get it over with in one shot. Tova knew there was a bottom to those depths of despair. Once your soul was soaked though with grief, any more simply ran off, overflowed, the way maple syrup on Saturday-morning pancakes always cascaded onto the table whenever Erik was allowed to pour it himself.
▸ Falsehood Cookies | Remarkably Bright Creatures, by Shelby Van Pelt
Tova has always felt more than a bit of empathy for the sharks, with their never-ending laps around the tank. She understands what it means to never be able to stop moving, lest you find yourself unable to breathe.
▸ The Silver-Dollar Scar | Remarkably Bright Creatures, by Shelby Van Pelt
IT WAS IN THE CLOSE of the myriadic year of our Lord—that far-off King of Necromancers, that blessed Resurrector of Saints!—that you picked up your sword. This was your first big mistake.
Harrow the Ninth ☠︎︎ Tamsyn Muir ☠︎︎ 2020 ☠︎︎ The Locked Tomb #2
▸ Fantasy | Science Fiction
My Final Rating: 10 skulls out of 10.
Memoryyyyyyyyy. All alone in the moooooooonlight. 🎶
The Locked Tomb is turning out to be an amazing series. The universe is rich, lived in; it makes you want to search every nook and cranny and reveal all its secrets (I never want these books to end.) The plot is engaging in a way that boggles my mind and makes it look like I'm talking gibberish whenever I try to explain it to my friends. The writing is top notch. Very unique. I cannot state how much I love it.
Then, in order not to repeat myself, I'll speak about other things, plot-wise, that plagued my mind when I finished this one. So:
🚨 WARNING. MAJOR SPOILERS. HUGE. WARNING. 🚨
Okay... was no one going to tell me Nona the Ninth (which in my language is Nona a Nona LMAO gotta hand it to the translators, superb job) wasn’t part of the original plan for this series? I had no idea it was supposed to be a trilogy and not four books until I finished this one and realised the next work was supposed to be Alecto the Ninth (which hasn’t been published yet, but I try not to think about it too much.)
And now, by the end of Harrow the Ninth, we're virtually where we began. The ending of this book was also the beginning of it: a protagonist with fucked up memories. Fine, in this one, Harrow had purposefully lobotomised herself to forget Gideon's death (which same) and by the end my impression is that Harrow/Gideon forgot *everything* this time around, since they both "died," so it's a different kind of forgetting. But I don't know... I loved this book two/too, but I'm not sure how I feel about this choice. Will I read Nona the Ninth, though? Abso-fucking-lutely. Nothing can keep me from fulfilling my destiny: beaming this story into my eyeballs at the speed of light.
Also, Ianthe, COME ON. I'm frothing at the mouth. That reverse UNO card at the end was so fucking cool, queen shit, really, but UGH so infuriating as well. John, the God, confirmed to be more powerful than Jon, Dr Manhattan, even if he behaves surprisingly less god-like than the latter, go figure. And, all right, I guess if John has to die, it will probably be via the power of resurrected girl rage, but that won't happen until book four, I guess. I'm okay with that. I trust Muir. My mind is buzzing with theories and ideas, and I won't complain about having more TLT content to read.
I have an inkling the star does not feed on John's power, though. This is also a lie he made up to cover his ass since he's clearly a liar liar pants on fire, but it could go either way. I'm excited to meet the BOE and I'm sure they'll play a bigger part in the next book (this is probably one of the reasons why there are four books, so Muir could flesh out some plot points before jumping into the big boss fight.) And I'm sure John kept the "perfect" Lyctoral process a secret because it would create a being as powerful as him and we're not polytheists in this spaceship! Also also, Palamedes for sure cracked this code, or realised there is another way... One that doesn't require the death of a cavalier. I'm excited to find out what will happen to him and Camilla going forward. They are my favourite characters after Gideon herself and if anyone besides Alecto can go against God, it's probably them.
But now a moment of silence for our fallen hero.
Oh, Gideon.
I miss you so much. Who are we without your endless wit and charm? 😔
I’m listening to this romance audiobook and one of the narrators has the biggest “coming this summer” voice I’ve ever heard. I’m kinda. Into it ngl 👀👀
One flesh, one end.
You were more farsighted than I was. It was the easiest compliment to you that had ever passed her lips. You did not set store by compliments—it was vanity to accept them, and patronizing to give them—but this one echoed in your head. You were more farsighted than I was.
▸ ACT THREE, Chapter 29 | Harrow the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir
You were so afraid she might touch you. You were so afraid anyone might touch you. You had always been afraid of anyone touching you, and had not known your longing flinch was so obvious to those who tried it.
▸ ACT THREE, Chapter 29 | Harrow the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir
“We’re all in this together,” she said, which was a typically Fifth assumption. The Ninth didn’t think anyone was in anything together, or if they were, they all had to disperse as soon as humanly possible to avoid splash damage. “I am beginning to suspect I know where the danger lies. Or at least, I’ve got a perfectly baseless assumption, and every scholar knows that this is where you begin.”
▸ ACT TWO, Chapter 21 | Harrow the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir
Harrow had no idea how difficult it was to understand the work of adult necromancers, which meant she did not fear trying to understand it.
▸ ACT ONE, Chapter 3 | Harrow the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir
Muir's writing style is so daunting at the beginning of her books. I feel like a medieval monk trying to decipher a moth eaten manuscript—squinting and everything. And then idk thirty pages in, I'm reading it all so effortlessly. What even is this?? How is it possible???
this is me whenever i try to read the books lmao
Muir's writing style is so daunting at the beginning of her books. I feel like a medieval monk trying to decipher a moth eaten manuscript—squinting and everything. And then idk thirty pages in, I'm reading it all so effortlessly. What even is this?? How is it possible???
The Starless Sea rebind 📚
“Do you believe in magic, Miss Hawkins?” “In an Arthur C. Clarke sufficiently-advanced-technology-is-indistinguishable-from-magic type magic or actual magic-magic?” “Do you believe in the mystical, the fantastical, the improbable, or the impossible? Do you believe that things others dismiss as dreams and imagination actually exist? Do you believe in fairy tales?” I think my stomach fell into my feet because I have literally always been the kid who believes in fairy tales but I didn’t know what to do because I wasn’t a kid, I was a twenty-something in a cocktail bar who never feels old enough to drink so I said, “I don’t know.” “You do,” the lady said, sipping her martini again. “You just don’t know how to admit it.”
▸ The Secret Diary of Katrina Hawkins | The Starless Sea, by Erin Morgenstern