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Book characters were dangerously attractive in the safest way. You didn’t even know what they looked like, but you knew you liked it.
Reading a book was like meeting someone for the first time. You don’t know if you will love them or hate them enough to learn every detail, or skim the surface never to know their depths.
The books were grim and also dark. The series title might as well be Holy Shit, Basically Everybody Dies.
Hope without tragedy was hollow. In the strange, fascinating world of these books, with its glorious horror of a hero, pain meant something.
“Everyone who thinks books will make women date assholes underestimates us. If stories hypnotize people, why isn’t everybody terrified movies will turn boys into drag-racing assassins? I don’t want to fix the guy, I want to watch the murder show.”
Stories lived on problems. There was a reason Star Wars wasn’t Star Peace.
Villainous characters had epic highs, epic lows, and epic loves. The Emperor loved like an apocalypse. In real life, people let you go. That was why people longed for the love from stories, love that felt more real than real love.
