Status Updates From Pulbere de stele

This is already pointing out the brain rot I have from constantly reading silly booktok books, some of these words don’t even look real😭🤣

I was being a baby about choosing a book to read so I finally forced myself to just grab the one on the top of the pile

“LIMBAS GRASS? YOU DARE TO FEED ME LIMBAS GRASS?!” the Witch Queen asked calmly

Групповое чтение с друзями. Это было мое предложение, взять эту книгу, поэтому очково чуть-чуть. Но намааана, надеюсь вайб поймают

okeyyyy?????? 🤨🤨

This man is a rapist btw

C’est un peu une mère indigne cette fille

Il est pas si prudent que ça au final septimus

Tu rencontre ta mère et elle te piaille dessus quoi

Oh non pas la licorne

Est ce qu’on peut arrêter decrire la poitrine des femmes avec des mots comme arrogante

‘It is something to which I have given much tought, but about which I have come to no conclusions.’

Ja stalno uvek

Ils ont vraiment dit les étrangers de l autre côté du mur

My mother and I love this movie

Rapporte pas ton kangourou à mam en tout cas

Du smut dès la page 30 ça promet en tout cas

Le fameux « teint olivâtre » 🤨

Ils défendent le mur avec des gourdins parce qu’on est à la préhistoire

Yikes, rated r scene in the first chapter. Why…? Think the relationship could have been relayed without all the details

Whimsical and fun as ever

Determined to finish today

Words: juddered syncopated

‘You are young, and in love. Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.’

Strange nonetheless

Words : cordial studded ornate ravenous glowered

If this book is not fun and happy I will die

I find this book very intriguing though slow. It feels like an old story that’s being told to me in a fairy tale forest surrounded and illuminated by fireflies and fairy lights. With a soft crackle of campfire, complimenting the sound of the story, and the wordage of how the actions of the story are conveyed. Neil Gaiman though troublesome, is a very great writer. I’m excited to see what happens next.

The clod of mud hit Tristran in the chest.
“Go away,” she sobbed, burying her face in her arms. “Go away and leave me alone.”
“You’re the star,” said Tristran, comprehension dawning.

Tristran. “Look. I didn’t mean to disturb you. It’s just there’s a star fallen somewhere around here, and I have to get it back before the candle burns out.”
“I broke my leg,” said the young lady.
“I’m sorry, of course,” said Tristran. “But the star.”
“I broke my leg,” she told him sadly, “when I fell.” And with that, she heaved her lump of mud at him. Glittering dust fell from her arm, as it moved.