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This has escalated very quickly. I was expecting more yearning and angst.

The writing in this is delicious.

I'm going to reread this slowly to remember a friend of mine who passed away recently.

I would like to blame the nameless ghouls, specifically the Impera-era masks, more specifically Phantom ghoul's little head tilt, for bringing me to this point in my life.

Okay, there are demons now, and things are extremely meta, and I love Father Barry.

I really need the supernatural plot to kick in soon.

I’ve hit a point where this book is so sad that I barely want to pick it up, even though I still think it’s very good.

Realizing just how YOUNG Eddie is on this reread. He seemed like such an adult to me when I was 16. Oof.

If I had started this book earlier in the day, there’s a chance I would have finished it in one sitting. Incredible so far.

When I read this, every muscle in my body tenses, like my physical form is trying to escape what my mind is inflicting on it.

I went into this book with some expectations, but Zeus showing up was not one of them.

This feels like meeting old friends again for the first time.

The lobstrosities will always be the Dark Tower scene most indelibly etched into my brain.

Maybe, objectively, reading this when I’m depressed and nothing is holding my interest is a bad idea. However, “other people having horrible problems” is a genre that usually works for me when nothing else can.

Switching to ebook because the audio is not doing this story any favors.

One thing I share with this character--perhaps the only thing--is our mutual fantasy of being married to Donna Tartt.

Hmmm... Waiting to see if that dogwhistle is being used satirically or if it's just a dogwhistle.

I just put it together that Jude is probably named Jude because they’re the patron saint of lost causes.

Hoping that Part 2 is more destabilization and more shit hitting various fans.

I love characters in 19th Century novels reading Henry Fielding as much as I hated actually reading Henry Fielding.

Being by yourself and suddenly seeing some weird guy you don’t know is an evergreen fear, actually.

At one point Jude remarked on how long Irene had been in the bath, and it made me smile--a deliberate callback to Our Wives Under the Sea?

Oh, so there are just, like, NO stakes whatsoever, huh?

I'm so glad that I'm entering the home stretch for this book.

The profound awkwardness of Nick third-wheeling while Gatsby gives Daisy a house tour and she cries over his shirts is really hitting home for me on this reread. I would crawl out of my skin with mortification.

Tom Buchanan will forever be one of my least favorite assholes in all of American lit.

Tent in a war camp surrounded by dying people? Perfect place to get it on!! (What am I reading at this point?)