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If he abandoned his son, Gaspar would grow into a furious and silent man, but the world is full of men like that.
“Can I keep the flower?” “There are tons of them around here, we’ll find more. Do you like flowers? Me too.” “Really? A kid in my class called me a fag.” “Why did he say that?” “Because I asked the teacher about the jasmines on the playground. They smell good.” Next time, you bash that idiot kid’s face in, thought Juan, but he said: “There’s nothing bad about being a fag.”
The doctor’s hair was dirty and she felt a wave of disgust, as though she’d accidentally touched rotten meat stuck to the bottom of a dirty pot.
She just like me fr
“She misses her because she already knows she’s dead. Animals have a perception that we humans have lost.”
“Yeah, she gave me a note saying she didn’t want to be my girlfriend anymore.” “And what did you do?” “Nothing. Pablo told me that if I wrote her back and asked to stay together, she would say yes, because that’s what girls do. But I didn’t feel like it.”
Plsss
“You don’t know anything, son.”
Okay im starting to grow tired of the dad fr. The mysterious act has been going on for wayyy too long i'm assuming he finally inherited the darkness which is obvious but why does the secrecy have to go on for so longgg
And then, quickly and unexpectedly, Juan turned Gaspar back toward him. Terrified but also surprised, Gaspar watched as his father yanked his arm to the window and pierced it with the broken glass; he cut the skin with precision, with cruelty and precision, as if he were drawing a design.
Why is gaspars dad more scary than all the rituals and demons and all?? That is your SON istg. Tired of all the abuse, i hope it is important to the plot.
Adela went ahead, excited and unafraid. She went farther into the house that was lit by its own private sun, the house that was a different house inside. Pablo called to her to wait, wait, but she didn’t listen. The vibration drew her onward. The light, which was not electric
This whole abandoned house reminds me of stephen kings IT. Loving it!
“We’re going to try to leave now. There’s someone here.” “Don’t talk out loud,”
CHILSSS
It looks like a hotel hallway, Gaspar thought. All three of them watched as Adela opened a door that must lead to a bedroom. Before entering, she turned around and waved at them with her only hand. No one stopped her, because they planned to follow. They couldn’t have imagined that after waving, she would close the door behind her. Or that someone would close the door.
eww whats wrong with this girl
There was no opening it. “We have to get help,” said Pablo, and in that precise second, as if he’d given an order, the light went out.
Prolly 300 pages in and my first part i'm actually scared istg the tension in this scene
The flashlight illuminated a wooden staircase with a beautiful handrail: it led to another floor upstairs. The problem, of course, was that the house on Villarreal didn’t have a second floor.
I didn’t want to throw myself into an existence dedicated to Juan without first learning what life was like without that obsessive and devotional bond.
Time seemed infinite. I drove my Mustang to Cambridge, went to classes, which I juggled along with the ones at the Warburg, and there were still hours left over for magic and clothes and exploring.
the dreamm
I’ve always needed to be well dressed to have serious conversations. With the right clothes, all my insecurity vanishes.
Juan closed the door behind us. When he was the one who opened it, there was no longer a bedroom on the other side. No bed or paintings or sink. There was a dark tunnel, like an underpass, the kind you see in train stations. Something lit it, but it didn’t look like electric light.
Okay coraline
Love is impure, that’s what Anne’s eyes were saying. And it was true. It contaminates you and makes you possessive, savage, destructive.
“I’m a lawyer. But I’m not an asshole.”
the goal
Gaspar looked at her, and Julieta thought that in a few years, if his growth spurt and adolescence didn’t deform him too much, that look was going to drive women crazy. Or men, if the kid preferred men. Whoever.
Why does everynone in this book find their cousin, mom or a literal CHILD attractive ?!
Every time I tell him I’m scared he calls me a fag. He’s right, anyway. Not about being scared.”
Sylvia Plath, she was thirty, she just makes it. She killed herself by sticking her head in the oven, her kids were in the next room and she closed the door off with tape, towels, and rope so the gas wouldn’t reach them, and she left them milk.
Sylvia mentioned<3
“What do you want, son?” “I want someone to beat the shit out of me,” said Gaspar, and although his voice came from a hardened throat, though his voice was thick, he wasn’t crying and he wasn’t going to cry. “To be beaten to death, that’s what I want. I killed a girl, I deserve it all. Marita left me, she’s with another guy, I’m a piece of shit.” “You didn’t kill anyone. This again?” Luis grunted and let go of Gaspar, who rested his hands on the table and stayed quiet. “You brought her to the house. But to go from there to thinking you killed her—how many times with the same thing, Gaspar?
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This is just so sad. This book is a pity party.
“Is that why you were with me? Because I don’t have any issues, I’m just a normal person with no drama?” “What’s so bad about that?” “Not that it’s bad, it’s just really boring.” “I’m the boring one,” said Gaspar. “Not you. You care about people, you want to change things, you don’t lose hope over stupid stuff. Everyone loves you.
“The only thing written on his body is ‘let him come.’ That’s what the cuts say.”
I’m getting distracted. I’m old, I need a new body now. It’s my right and you’re going to give it to me.
She said it so casually😭
He saw candles in the forest and a young woman on all fours crawling over bones. He saw men and women running, all of them mutilated, some without legs, who dragged themselves or spun in circles. He saw a starving white dog, its spine like metal balls encrusted into its back. He saw a girl in a red dress sitting beside the swamp; something that came from the water was eating her legs, but she didn’t protest. He saw a pale torso in a field of yellow flowers.
