Apr 7
Noemí, just because there are no ghosts it doesn’t mean you can’t be haunted. Nor that you shouldn’t fear the haunting.
Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
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Noemí, just because there are no ghosts it doesn’t mean you can’t be haunted. Nor that you shouldn’t fear the haunting.
Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
The patriarchy speaks with my mother’s voice.
-The Night Guest by Hildur Knútsdóttir
Monsters don’t age. They live forever.
- The Bewitching by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
“ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ.”
A Midnight Pastry Shop Called Hwawoldang is the kind of book that breaks your heart and mends it back together. It quickly became one of my favorite reads this year so far. Story of love, grief and what to do next I really don’t have any other words for it but amazing.
I meant it when I said I didn’t believe in love at first sight. It takes time to really, truly fall for someone. Yet I believe in a moment. A moment when you glimpse the truth within someone, and they glimpse the truth within you. In that moment, you don’t belong to yourself any longer, not completely. Part of you belongs to him; part of him belongs to you. After that, you can’t take it back, no matter how much you want to, no matter how hard you try.
A Thousand Pieces of You ( Firebird #1 ) by Claudia Gray
Now I know grief is a whetstone. It sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you apart from within. Something has been torn out from inside me that will never be filled up, not ever, no matter how long I live. They say “time heals,” but even now, less than a week after my father’s death, I know that’s a lie. What people really mean is that eventually you’ll get used to the pain. You’ll forget who you were without it; you’ll forget what you looked like without your scars.
This, I think, is the boundary line of adulthood. Not the crap they claim it is—graduating from high school or losing your virginity or getting your first apartment or whatever. You cross the boundary the first time you’re changed forever. You cross it the first time you know you can never go back.
A Thousand Pieces of You ( Firebird #1 ) by Claudia Gray
The world has shrunk to one path — figure out how to control the power before it controlled you. To stray was to die. Unsettled witches didn't get to have dreams
Witch Season by Julia Bianco
...wild card, an agent of chaos, a trickster spirit. But it was also about how he was always there for them. There to pick them up if they got stuck somewhere. There to be a sober copilot if one of them wanted to get drunk or get high or trip balls. Always ready to bust balls, but if anyone outside the group ever said boo about a single one of them, he’d lay into that person so hard they’d piss themselves like a nervous chihuahua and develop a forever case of CPTSD from it. Nick was really the carrier of the Covenant. Each and every time.
- The Staircase in the Woods by Chuck Wendig