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“It seemed a waste to be on guard, where clearly nothing ever happened, when he could be holding her in his arms.“

I’ve barley started, but I can tell I’m going to love this

OH! Okay toxic man mindset🤩🤩 YES, you OWN that woman! I am starting to see the shift occurring :)

“. . .the point was, he got to keep her. And he wanted to keep her. Safe and close at hand. Admired and admiring. Devoted. And entirely, unequivocally his.“

He really was a good guy, Snow. His first act as a Peacekeeper was him taking the bottom bunk because the other kid was afraid of heights. That little detail really brought back the humanness. Gosh, Suzanne Collins really is amazing. Her writing is so easy to read

“Coriolanus stumbled onto the platform with a throbbing head and sandpaper mouth.”

“Sweat didn’t dry, only deepened.”

“Perspiration trickled down his back, and the rose, so majestic that morning began to bend in resignation.“

He was always a little sick in the head, wasn’t he?

“One way or another, their fates were irrevocably linked.“

“The wind blew and dry seedpods scampered down the sands and stopped and then went on again.”

“What will you say? A living man spoken these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small pen knife to scribe these things in sloe or lampblack? At some reckonable and entabled moment? He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt.“

“He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering it has a yet a reality, known or not.“

“the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes.“

Am I ever going to know what happened to the world? How did they survive? Tell meee

Really, really good similes here:
“They stood in the rain like farm animals.”
“By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.”
“Reflecting back the sun deep in the darkness like a flash of knives in a cave.”

“Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”

You know it’s a good old book when it uses the word trundle.

“He pulled the blue plastic tarp off of him and folded it and carried it out to the grocery cart and packed it and came back with their plates and some cornmeal cakes in a plastic bag and a plastic bottle of syrup.”

Every time it says “the road” it feels like when they say the name of a movie in the dialogue.

“Then he just sat there holding the binoculars and watching the ashen daylight congeal over the land.”

“he left the boy in the dry”

“The unseen sun cast no shadow.”

“Where you’ve nothing else construction ceremonies out of air and breathe upon them.”

No chapters, only paragraphs. The road goes on and on. Life goes until it doesn’t, and then it goes on after that. The narrative seems so far removed because the father is just so out of it and in survival mode that he’s not feeling human anymore. He’s not feeling present anymore. He’s trucking forward, only surviving for his little son.

Only a little bit in, but this is very very interesting. It seems like prose poetry rather than a traditional anecdotal storytelling. We’re about to see lots of beautiful writing and phrasing.

“Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world.”

“The principles don’t change; our understanding of them does.”

“The woods were silent in their grief.” 😔👏🏼

“Some part of me hoped that this has all been a mistake. . . that Mal would realize how much he missed me, that we’d grow old together in our meadow. . . Maybe that was meant to be the end of us. The thought filled me with grief, grief for the dreams we’d shared, for the love I’d felt, for the hopeful girl I would never be again.”

Okay woah Leigh, that was crazy good

This seems very YA, thankful for the quick read

Okay, had my 72 hr fantasy fast and now I’m ready to go

My last witchy book leftover from my Witches in Literature class that I never got around to reading. I think I’m gonna enjoy it when it’s not for an assignment

Another repeat offender on the Goodreads. I swear I’ll get to it one of these times

Holy, my cravings for fantasy have been completely wiped thanks to SJM. This is going to be torture to try to get through. But it’s book club😃 my fomo will triumph!

I’m sickkkk of it, I need to be done with this book already

1. The POVs are weird. Why are the chapters with Cassian and Mor in third person when every other chapter ever in these books have been first?
2. Sarah J. Maas wants me to hate Tamlin so bad, but he is not the villain here! Poor guy living alone in his broken house 😢 his ex walked back into his life, ruined his reputation, and ran away with his enemy. How would you react?

You’re telling me a 20 year old has been leading an army of immortals?

The most manageably sized book I have held in a while ☺️

Last 100 pages! The end of this one is in sight!

I add this book back onto the currently reading list once a year. We’ll see if it is ever completed

big day for the Jurian fans

Let the war commence