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This dialogue is awful.

Need to have a think about this one.

My name is Levi. I’m 16. I’ve got a skull for a face. And here's how shit went down:

Best first line ever.

Plot twist!

This is coming together nicely.

The girl spun away. Her cut off jeans were split up the sides, revealing tawny leg almost to the hip.

The girls going to get herself raped, Donna thought.


Sigh.

Dracula

My first book of 2019!

Ok. I'm trying my damndest to lose myself these last couple of days of the year, and to reach my target of 60. Yes, I'm reading novellas to finish it, but it's still reading, right? Anyhow I enjoyed the Chad Lutzke novella I just finished, so I figure why the hell not check out another. I've only heard good things.

You oughta blind those babies when they come out.

This is great so far

I want to see the worst.

This debut novel influenced SO many other books I've read.

Devastating

Dreams died, but the nightmare of reality went on.

Finding this one pretty boring so far.

You get a stain on your trousers. Your favourite pair of trousers. You wash them ten times in a row at 160 degrees. You scrub and scour and rub. You bring in the heavy artillery. Bleaches. Abrasive cleaners. But the spot doesn’t go away. If you scrub and scour too long, it will only be replaced by something else. By a stretch of fabric that is thinner and paler. The paler cloth is the memory. The memory of the spot.

That was tense.

I knew this was coming, but I'm still dreading it.

I dread what is coming.

There are times when you run back through your life, to see whether you can locate the point at which it could still have taken a different turn.

I think by the time you’re grown you’re as happy as you’re goin to be. You’ll have good times and bad times, but in the end you’ll be about as happy as you was before. Or as unhappy. I’ve knowed people that just never did get the hang of it.

That death scene always bugs me.

You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else. You might think you could run away and change your name and I dont know what all. Start over. And then one mornin you wake up and look at the ceilin and guess who’s layin there?

That coin toss scene is so tense.

You have to be with other people, he thought. In order to live at all.

I'm not bored but I'm not entertained either. I don't quite know how I feel about this book.

Plot twist!