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374 pages, Hardcover
First published January 31, 2012
"You should have left me there. Everyone would have been happier to forget about me.” I collapsed over myself and wept. “I hate you. I hate everyone.”Good lord, would you like some cheese with your whine?
There were a million souls in Range. There’d always been a million souls, and every one of them pulled their weight in order to ensure society continued to improve. Everyone had necessary talents or skills, be it a head for numbers or words, imagination for inventions, the ability to lead, or simply the desire to farm and raise food so no one would starve. For thousands of years, they’d earned the right to have a good life.Wow!!! Wow!!
Something flashed in his eyes, but I was too slow to fully see it.And on and on it went. Ana didn't know what was going on and neither did I. For most of the book I remained in the dark about why Sam even liked Ana. You like each other, I'm not sure why, but I get it already! They became so annoying that I just wanted to grab their little heads like so,
...as well as a dozen other emotions flickering across his face too quickly to read.
His gaze stayed on mine, like there was something I was supposed to read in his expression...
...and when he glanced at me, some indecipherable expression crossed his face.
He caressed the keys again, some strange expression crossing his face. Or— It was hard to tell. I still couldn’t interpret his expressions well.
His expression was impossible to read in the dark.
He closed his eyes and again, I wasn’t fast enough to comprehend his expressions.
He faced me again, but it was too dark to see the subtleties of his expression.
I glanced at Sam; he’d said we shared a birthday, hadn’t he? Why would Meuric say something different?Indeed, Ana. Why would he lie about that? And she never confronts him about that. Then when they get to Heart, Sam becomes Ana's "guardian" and teacher and resides in his house. She notices that he sneaks out every night and never confronts him about it. She often finds him talking about her behind her back and when she does confront him he pretty much says, "I'll tell ya later." Ummm...Whhhaaaattt? But he never actually tells her later. So once again, I'm lost. Not to mention often times I couldn't even tell who was speaking due to choppy dialog.
“If I only get one life, I don’t want to waste it by hesitating”
“After I worked so hard saving you, I’d appreciate
if you didn’t try to kill yourself again”
“It’s difficult to focus on my sudies when my best friend is struggling to get through the hour”.
He hesitated. “So I’m your best friend now?”
My cheeks heated, and I shrugged. “It was between you and Sarit, and you have music. She just has honey.”
“Music overwhelmed me, soaked into my skin like water. I didn’t have words for the squiggles and dashes across the pages, or the way his fingers stretched across the keys to make my heart race. If I could hear only one thing for the rest of my life, this was what I wanted.”
“He held on to me like I was a rock, the only thing keeping him from drifting out with the tide of dark memories.
It was the first time I realized he need me too.”
“Breathing in the scent of his hair, I realized I'd needed him my whole life, before we even met. First, his music and the way he taught me through books and recordings. Then, he saved my life and refused to abandon me no matter how much I deserved it.”
“Before I had a chance to feel too sorry for myself, I turned toward the front of the cabin and found the bookcases carved right into the wall. Hundreds of leather-bound volumes rested in dim alcoves. I had no idea what stories or information they held. It didn’t matter. I wanted to absorb anything they had to say.
[...] 'Do you like to read?'
How did he know? Did he guess?"
“ 'I regret I didn't wear a jacket, or I'd give it to you.'
'I still have my wings. It wouldn't fit.'
'I'd carry them for you.'
'They're attached to the dress. It was the only way I could get them to stay."
He squeezed my hand, tone mischievous. 'In that case, I'd be especially happy to carry the wings.'
'It wouldn't be the first time I've seen you without clothes."