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Isabella Kay
is on page 86 of 372
"In the garden, the beanstalks wither in the heat, the squash rots, and rust infests the ears of corn. Colors change. Yellow creeps down from the mountain and slips into the veins of hornbeams, red limns the oaks and maples, and in the understory, violet consumes the lemon-yellow wings of the viburnum. Leaves fall upon the brook that splits the hillside like a tear in the fabric of the earth."
Like I'm gagged.
— May 07, 2026 03:48PM
Like I'm gagged.
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Isabella Kay
is on page 311 of 372
I've been really bad at keeping up with reading this. As we're moving into the modern day and we're talking about true crime podcasts everything about the prose just feels a bit less romantic. Eye-opening discovery for me that I just don't like modern-set novels.
— Jul 24, 2026 03:07PM
Isabella Kay
is on page 245 of 372
There did not need to be a graphic description of bug sex in this chapter….
But happy pride to the closeted gays that got to be ghosts together a few chapters ago
— Jun 28, 2026 02:13PM
But happy pride to the closeted gays that got to be ghosts together a few chapters ago
Isabella Kay
is on page 184 of 372
i've been slowly reading this but not updating oops- classes are finally over and i have my next two books lined up
— Jun 18, 2026 12:21PM
Isabella Kay
is on page 30 of 372
This book is written like a Hozier song sometimes so I'm in love with it.
Example:
"They ran. They married in the bower, said oaths with the oaken hollow. On the trees grew mushrooms large as saddles. Grey birds, red snakes, and orange newts their witnesses. The huckleberries tossed their flowers. The smell of hay rose from the fern they crushed. And the sound, the whir, the roar of the world."
— May 02, 2026 10:53AM
Example:
"They ran. They married in the bower, said oaths with the oaken hollow. On the trees grew mushrooms large as saddles. Grey birds, red snakes, and orange newts their witnesses. The huckleberries tossed their flowers. The smell of hay rose from the fern they crushed. And the sound, the whir, the roar of the world."