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frayed and tattered as a page torn from someone’s favorite book.
The book fetish starts right off the bat
HIRAETH
Subte
The winner
No interviews of finalists?
muttered curse.
She had read them all so many times that the logic of his world was layered over hers,
Her opinion will not change with rereading
whispered slur.
Curse or slur
all the reasons he might have scoffed and sneered at her.
She coulkd have come back to get the address
she had settled for architecture: less prestigious, less interesting,
Her mind didn’t work in straight lines and right angles.
Stereotype
The gold wristwatch nestled in the dark, thick hair of his arms. The adultness of it had shocked her, like a blow to the belly.
Wut
seven Storytellers slept in their glass coffins,
waiting for the country’s bleakest moment to rise again and protect their homeland.
She never would have dreamed of turning in such shoddy work at her secondary school back home.
If she had come to Caer-Isel with hope, or passion,
I dont know i just got here
snagged in her mind like a fishhook,
I appreciate the consistency in inagery
She had smuggled in a cup of coffee
She believed them all: the rote academic accounts, the superstitious Southern folklore, the epic poetry that warned against the wiles of the Fairy King.
Surprised theres no contradiction
She did not entirely understand why the things that had once been familiar now felt hostile and strange.
Me neither
But she’d only been awake for three hours, just long enough to throw on clothes and make it to her studio class.
No consistent s chuedle
They got to do every day what Effy had time for only at night, after she’d finished her slapdash architecture assignments.
I dont like her disdain for Architecture
she pored over her tattered copy of Angharad, which lay permanently on her nightstand. She knew every crack in its spine, every crease on the pages inside.
Ok but do ypu have any thoughts about it. Theme. Structure
And an Argantian. She couldn’t fathom how there even was one at the literature college, which was the university’s most prestigious, and especially one who was studying Myrddin. He was Llyr’s national author.
Cultural appropriation Baby! Rich foreign exchange student
Her mother would tell her not to waste her time. Just focus on your studies, she would say. Your friends. Don’t run yourself ragged chasing something beyond your reach. She wouldn’t mean it to be cruel.
Thisz is not cruel its parenjt 101. Focus on what you can accomplish and make use of ypur tikme
Effy thought of Master Parri’s disdainful glare. He had held up her one
I mean you did say you were half assing it
Effy realized she had been blocking the doorway to the library. Blinking, embarrassed,
of her left hand like a worry stone. It ended there, abruptly, in a shiny mass of scar tissue. If the boy had noticed the absence of her ring finger, he hadn’t said anything about it.
Effy included,
I cannot stop wanting bto add "Trinket"
She had no choice but to believe in the Sleeper magic, in Myrddin’s magic. It was the foundation her life was built upon.
Njot exactly a scientific mind
Though she had read Angharad for the first time at thirteen,
Y so late is it super hard
She was tired, tired of trying so hard for something she didn’t even want.
She's Been waking up at noon and half assing her homework.
is the trying in the room with us?
Effy looked down. The rain had made the blue ink run all the way down her wrist.
Lost the address
The grout between the tiles was filthy, and there was a sickly orange ring of soap scum around the edge of the tub.
If there are few girls i assujme its a suite. So if you hate it , get to scrubbing
The architecture college was the second-most prestigious at the university.
Omg
Any house that honored Myrddin would have to be similarly mystifying. Was there any other student at the architecture college who understood that? Who knew his works back to front?
Maybe no but they know to design buildings
grind and hum of the coffee machine
Whoever P. Héloury was, clearly he was not relinquishing them anytime soon. The knowledge had eaten at her for three weeks,
Theres no limit pn how long to check books out for
The official border between Llyr and Argant was a large steel fence, topped with coils of barbed wire.
where Effy had grown up with her mother and grandparents.
She had thought seeing it, even as just a sketch on parchment, might make her feel homesick, but mostly she remembered the smells of oil and salt and fish guts.
Doesnt think abput hee family
Why was it that an Argantian could study Llyrian literature, just because he was a man, but she couldn’t because she was a girl?
Woman?
Why didn’t it matter that she knew Myrddin’s books back to front, that she’d spent almost half her life sleeping with Angharad on her bedside table? That once she’d tried to fashion a girdle of iron for herself and laid boughs of mountain ash at the threshold of her room?
Superficial read
That same inner voice told her she was being childish, absurd. Just a few words, a narrow-eyed look, and she’d reacted as if someone had jabbed her with a knife.
Maybe she shouldnt study lit
“I’m sorry I didn’t make an appointment. I’m just . . .”
And Effy had felt her heart skip and flutter the same way it did when she read her favorite bits of Angharad, those permanently dog-eared pages.
I like that she feels turned on even though she knows its wrong - theres some nuance
Rhia was generous and open-minded and clever, and kind
she didn’t know about the pink pills, the ones Effy kept at her side always, in case the edges of things started to blur.
Flagging this as an example of modern attitudes in the setting
Rhia was a Southerner—but she didn’t know what it was like to drown.
Wow major rhia shade even though she's so kind lol
a moment, with her eyes shut and her face pressed into Rhia’s fluffy brown hair, Effy felt calmer than the windless sea.
Rhia will not be important to the plot
In Caer-Isel, even in winter, the sun would have still been holding stubbornly to the line of the horizon. In Saltney, the sky was a dense and dusky black,
Theyre in the southern hemisphere
Even though she’d read Ianto’s letter so many times, now she couldn’t remember the name of his barrister,
She is not overly bright
