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Oh no, oh no

June sat right in the front as he sang to her. She tried not to cry and
laughed as she failed. If this was their beginning, my God, how high could
they fly?

"While Alicia is at the register at the Hungry Goat the next day, a dirty-looking
guy wanders in and stands by the door, having a phone conversation through
his earbuds and chewing on the mic while speaking into it. Alicia is confused at first about why she can’t take her eyes off him, and then realizes that it’s Jake Gyllenhaal." we know this All Too Well

I don't get shit, but I'm so excited.

“It’s important to pay attention to what my body’s telling me. Sometimes a person is sensitive to larger forces without realizing it.”

“People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is 'you're safe with me'- that's intimacy.”

I promese I'm reading "Night Film" is just I'm just in such reading slump.

“What if each of us dies and goes to an individually designed
hell filled with our deepest and darkest fears?” Nola says, flopping
back onto her bed. “If that’s true, you can’t possibly allow yourself
to die one minute sooner than necessary.”

"(...) is dangerous, but I envy it.
Sometimes it feels like all I see are dark spots."

I'm having a reader block, "Bone Witch" is so interesting that it doesn't deserve to be read so halfheartedly.

“You can’t make the better of the dead, sweet child,” she
said, “though I reckon death could make the better of us.”

My intentions this year for reading is to read a classic book every month. So please recomendations are welcome!

She threw an arm over my shoulders and I clasped her waist and
we were walking together down the uneven sidewalk, trees shaking
leaves loose, lodging in our hair, crunching underfoot, and I felt it,
how free she was, how it caught on me, carrying me with her.

any tips for better reviews?

“I just have so many questions, still.”
“I do too,” Mrs. Ruiz says. “But after a while, searching for
the answers felt like grasping around in the dark. At some
point, you have to choose to live in the light.”

"Please, just tell me who are you."
I watch the screen, desperate, but this time an answer comes
quickly.
"That doesn't matter."
Then:
"Be careful."

"Because weren’t men all madly, deeply, truly in love before they were no longer madly, deeply, truly in love—minutes before they shot up classrooms, sanctuaries, dental offices, or bedrooms? Boyfriends and husbands, baby daddies and one- night stands were always madly, deeply, truly in love. Bloody love. Crazy love. Love-you-to-death kind of love."

No he tenido ganas de leer absolutamente nada estos últimos meses, ¿alguna recomendación de algo rápido y sin mucho lío?

The water, too, was still, and I thought,
what liars they are, the sky and the water. Still and calm and
clear, like everything was fine. It wasn’t fine, and really, it
never would be again.

"What is more important, that Caesar is assassinated or that he is assassinated by his intimate friends? … That,’ Frederick said, 'is where the tragedy is."