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Okay, so I now know "the how" (mostly) but the why is still pending. I'm just trying to piece together in my head how some of the actions can possibly be justified. I still can't see the whole picture. Tomorrow...

Her lover's face had already begun to sharpen. But they were together and they were still alive; and outside, the wind whistled and the rain whispered its desolate song, turning the bedroom into a refuge. That night, time stopped and there was a strange peace within the pain.

Something about this is just really easy to read. I like that. Sometimes fantasy is just too dense and hard, but this manages to have an "epic" feel while still maintaining some simplicity.

So I've been trying to listen to this in the car to and from work only, but it is taking some strong willpower to leave it at this point! I'm so close, so close...

I still have no idea what I'm listening to. Is it a thriller? Is it SciFi? Is it horror? And most importantly, what in the hell is Wayward Pines?!?!

So I'm still pretty interested in the world but I think I'm just not fully invested in the story yet.

This is helping me get my fantasy fix. Please stay good, please stay good..

Karigan sat up startled. For all the sisters' fetish for propriety, and seeming ingenuous natures, she sensed an underlying intelligence of which she was allowed to touch but a small part. There was an intensity about them, like a bright burning fire within, but hidden behind a facade of proper social deportment, lightly sugared scones, and fine silver.

I like these Berry sisters.

I'm just not that into you...

This book is better than I expected. I love it when that happens.

"People believe in conspiracies because it's a way of believing that deep down, horror has some order and meaning, even if that meaning is evil. We don't support chaos, but there's no question that life is totally senseless. Pure sound and fury."

So there are people in this book who are "walking billboards". They wear screens on their fronts and backs that play a company's commercial on a continuous loop. The commercials cannot be muted and the uniforms can only be taken off 9 hours a day. Most of businesses won't allow the wearers in so they are made to wander the streets for every hour the uniform is worn.

I think I have discovered hell...

"I am not the redeemable hero, Farah. I am not the boy who loved you. I am the villain..."

*SWOON*

Dorian definitely belongs in the harem...

In this quiet, unfettered moment, she knewhim, truly saw him for what he was. Hard, ruthless, tyrant. Abused, wounded boy. An empty heart full of promise, and a soul of shadows in need of sunlight.

I know, I know, I just updated this one. Last one tonight, I promise! I just love Dorian so much right now...

She tasted like heaven. Like desire and release. Like want and fulfillment. Like woman. His woman. The predator in him was going to dine until he'd had his fill.

And he had a lifetime of hunger to satiate.

Why do I always love the broken ones?

I just listened through Chapter 10 of this book, and let me tell you, it's really screwing with my need for nice, neat timelines. And seriously, what the hell was that??

So basically Ethan spends the first half of the book getting the crap beat out of him one way or another. It's been painful to listen to. I just keep thinking, "His poor face..."

Farrah knew Dorian Blackwell had his secrets, ones he buried deep enough to be licked by the flames of hell. Could she be tied to them as his wife? Did she dare?

Okay, and maybe this is a spoiler but I don't think it is, why does the sheriff now claim he doesn't believe Ethan is who he says he is when earlier he said the contacted Ethan's wife about the accident? How could he do that if he didn't know who he was?

This book. Gah. It's going to drive me nuts!!

Of all the evil Farah had had a chance to glimpse in this room, Dorian Blackwell's smile, full of his own blood and teeth and challenge, had to be the most frightening Farah had witnessed in her entire life. His eyes were dead, devoid of any hope or humanity, the milky blue one utterly motionless but for the reflection of the torchlight...

Because HR is so in right now ;)

In the home stretch now...

Made it past the 35% mark. Woot! But this book still isn't drawing me in like I want. I think I liked it more when the h/H were at odds and some of dialogue/dialogue sequences just aren't flowing naturally for me. I'll just have to see how the author pulls it all together at the end.

Rhys's gut twisted again, but with possession and need and a deep emotion that had formed in the dark chambers of the fort. Admiration made up some of it. She had balls of steel, this woman. But there was more,too-and he wanted all of it. Needed all of it, all of her.

I've found myself having to reread multiple conversations multiple times to make sense of them. I'm sure it's just a case of me reading it wrong but the way some dialogue tracks is weird to me. The story is pretty decent so far, though. I'm reaching the 35% mark which is usually about where I stop if a book's not doing it for me. The 35% mark of doom: where books disappear and are never heard from again..