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"...happy at least I'd finally secured the position I'd coveted for so long- that is, I had finally established myself as the most important person in Odalie's life, and she had clearly been appointed the most important person in mine."
this whole novel is queerbating nonsense

"I only wanted the giggles, held hands, the whispered confidences, all the cool kisses upon my cheek that had invaded me throughout my own childhood. And in answering for the rest of my actions… Well, it is natural for us to feel some measure of possessive zeal over the things we love. We cannot help the fact we humans are territorial creatures, after all."
BUT SHE IS STRAIGHT

I'm literally so tired of it every other page Rose has to assure the reader that she's not gay or "unnaturally" attracted to Odalie. I get it you're a homophobe and so is the author, calm down.

(Also for a woman who falls in "platonic" love with other women so much that people assume she's a lesbian, Rose is such a fucking tool)

"Before you think me dreadfully Sapphic, perhaps it would do to remind you there's a great history of friendship between women- bonds that are pure and true and do not take on the more unfortunate shades of impropriety."

Shut the fuck UPPPP

"Odalie was like that for me, and I suspect for other people, too. The promise of potentially being the recipient of her love and adoration was a sweet nectar one couldn't resist; like the insect drawn to this peril, you stepped toward it willingly."

mmk heteRose, mmk

okay but make no mistake... I do not like Rose like, at all, as a person or character, boo

"But I never minded coming home early with Odalie at my side."

"We sat there, holding hands and comparing our matching wrists, all the while grinning stupidly at each other with maniacal glee. I looked into Odalie's smile and felt myself momentarily swallowed up by some sort of euphoric abyss. It was moments like this, I would later learn, that would ultimately undo me."

"I'm so glad we found each other, Rose. It feels as though we've always belonged together." She reached to her right wrist and unclasped one bracelet. "Here," she said, taking my hand in hers. I had a moment of shyness, as I was aware of my palms being cold and sweaty while hers were warm and smooth.

"You know, I have always felt the love of women was much truer than the love of men," she said, looking directly into my eyes. "Do you know what I mean?"

I thought I was done with the gay but no, no it's still here