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Oh, yeah, I forgot about Cassian. He's so much more interesting than Will. (And there's the love triangle, gnu.)

Um, yeah. Probably not the smartest thing to snoop around the enemies' house.

"I was to sit with him, talk to him, see him, go out with him ... everything. As long as I'm here, anyway. And not just for the sake of my draki. I would have liked Will Rutledge no matter what I was." Oh really? You barely know him, he lives a double life killing your race, and the only reason you're attracted to him is probably because you're a draki and he's something ... else. Not in spite of it.

Hooray! VAGINAS!

Taking this back to the library today, so I'm saving the page I'm on. They should have another copy sitting on the shelves though, so I hope (well, not really) to snag it.

Oh. Em. Gee. I DON'T CARE ABOUT JANE EYRE.

He didn't save you, he just didn't tell his buddies where you were hiding. There's a difference.

You just saw your enemy in school with you, and instead of warning your Mom and sister, you decide to keep it to yourself. Why? Because, "She would just plant us in some other town. Some other school in another desert. I would be redoing this wretched first day all over again, suffering the heat and climate somewhere else without a beautiful, exciting boy around." That boy is in a group who want to kill you, stupid!

Oh wow. Two whole pages, and there he is. LAME.

Ok, so this girl met her enemy (a hot boy, of course) in the woods of Colorado. Her family decided to flee and move to Nevada. Now that she's enrolled at this new high school and everyone is giving her a hard time, I'm just waiting for hot boy enemy to show up, which would totally make sense, because there are only a handful of high schools between Colorado and Nevada. How long will it take, huh?

"Teenagers surround me. Human teenagers. Hundreds of them. Their voices ring out, loud and nonstop. The air is full of false, cloying scents. A draki's worst hell." Dear, that sounds like every person's worst hell.

When did my Reading Challenge widget become passive aggressive? You have read 25 books toward your goal of 144 books. "Nice work, but you're a little behind." Thanks, jerk.

Hrm. Slightly disappointed. This was working its way up to a fantastically twisted love triangle but then it just fizzled. If the ending had gone the way I was lead to believe it was going, it would have been so much more poignant.

It would be really funny if when all is said and done, the prince is like, "woah ... WOAH. I don't even know you chicks, let alone want to marry you." Ha. So yeah, neither of them is even taking his feelings into account.

Oh man, this is going to be such a train wreck. It's making me cringe. I can't imagine how this can end happily for anyone.

Man, the mermaid sure is getting a bum deal. And this is why blind faith can be so ... stupid.

"A jug of amber liquid lay tipped over on the floor, and she went to it, uncorked it and lifted it to her mouth. Her first sip was straight seawater. She drank until the spirit hit her, burning down her throat, and she spat it out. Awful. She grabbed a fish swirling by and stuffed it into her mouth, bit down on its sweet flesh, its crunching bones, but the taste still lingered in her mouth."

"Her sisters, more than anyone, had mocked Lenia's love for humans. Nadine would bring Lenia the bones of sailors and, whenever she could get to them before the fish, decaying body parts. 'Look how disgusting,' she would say, holding up a disintegrating finger, pieces of skin flapping off it like small sails. 'Look what happens to them.'"

Oh, crap. The photo album.

Probably not a good idea to eat while reading this book.

Squirrel POV - now that's different.

The pronoun switching is confusing.

Gross gross gross.

"He stared at the doorbell. Things would not simply return to normal. Something big had to be done. Like running away, hitchhiking, making your way home in the middle of the night to show that it was ... important. What he was scared of was not that maybe she was a creature who survived by drinking other people's blood. No—it was that she might push him away."

"Everything was so different at night. The photo shop, florist, and clothing store in the station were dark. The ticket collector sat with his feet up on the counter, reading something. So quiet. The clock on the wall said a few minutes past two. He should be lying in bed now. Sleeping. Should at the very least be sleepy. But no. He was so tired his body felt hollow, but it was a hollowness filled with electricity."

"A school of hysterically wriggling little fish now filled her circulatory system. She could neither lie down, nor sit, nor stand. She walked around and around the apartment, scratched at her body, took a cold shower to dampen the jumpy, tingling feeling. Nothing helped. It defied description." The strangest thing ... I've felt this before. It's bizarre how he can describe sensations like this.

"But magic ... surely there was a little magic in the world. The people who denied the existence of magic, they were the ones that it went badly for."