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497 pages, Paperback
First published November 22, 2016
“Is not the Larks that kill you. It’s the exaltation.”
“You want to kiss me well. You just want it badly.”
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Omigosh..omigosh...Who do I thank?....First, I would like to thank my Lord and Saviour, without whom I'd not be alive to read An Exaltation of Larks. Thank you Lord!
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And thank you to my kindergaten Teacher, who taught me to read, even when all I wanted was to sleep! Thanks Mrs. O!
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And, my Parents, for paying for my Education (and no, I won’t refund the tuition) so I could read books, especially An Exaltation of Larks. I love you, Daddy and Mummy!
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Who else? Yes, my kids. For fleeing the coop thereby leaving me an awful lot of time to read books, especially An Exaltation of Larks. And to my hubby, for going without dinner 2 nights in a row! Love you hubby! We did it!
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"I'd like to be faithful to you for another year. (It's hard this year.)"
"I'll pay you," he said in a desperate impulse. "Another three hours, buy the time back and it's a wash."
Her fingers run through his hair. "What's the matter?" she whispered. "This isn't you."
"I know," he said, setting his forehead on hers. "I don't know what it is, I only know I don't want to leave. I want to stay and sleep with you."
"He's simple, but he's finely made. His experiences have crafted him. He has a moral compass that only points one way." Her laugh was soft in the dark. "He is a lousy liar. No pokerface whatsoever. But he's good to have in a crisis. He does we."
"We?"
"He always says things like 'We'll get through it.' Even if he knows he can't do a damn thing, he's there at your side. 'We'll work it out.'"
"You and I," he said after a minute. "We're so alike. It's no wonder."
"No wonder what?"
"That we kept finding each other. I'm having a hard time thinking was coincidence. Cachai?"
"Cachai."
"I went up to the roof a boy, and got thrown down the stairs a man."
"She reminded Javi of Naroba, who apologized to the oxygen in the room for breathing."
"He was a foreigner in his own skin and couldn't remember a time he felt more human."If I had read a hard copy, my hand would've been sore from all the highlighting I did. Picking a select few quotes to use for this review was the hardest it's ever been. This is probably the most well written book I've ever read. There are very few authors who can make me appreciate verbosity. But I can't imagine taking a single sentence away. This book is 500+ pages and I wanted more. More plot, more words, more feelings... more everything. And not because it was lacking, but because I'm greedy.
"Looking back now, it's easy to dismiss it and say I didn't know what i was doing or didn't have a clue what love was. My opinion now doesn't change what I felt then. Back then, I believed it was love. It felt like love."
"That's all that matters, cosita. What you believe and what you feel now. Later on, you might feel differently. Later you might be able to explain it better. But it doesn't ever change how you felt at the time."In the end, all we have is now. Even if it's messy and doesn't make sense, feelings shouldn't be ignored, not for anything.
"I don't mean sexual attraction. It went deeper, but... I was only twelve when we met."Even if they didn't always understand what it was, they knew it was something important. Significant.
"Your brain doesn't have language for it at twelve."
"He made me so confused. The air felt different when he was around. Like it was trying to grab me by the shoulders and shake me. Do you see? Look at him. Do you understand? Look..."
"Funny, whenever my thoughts start to dig into how I feel about him, it's like a voice inside says No, dear, you're not old enough yet. I'm twenty-fucking-six years old, what does that even mean?"Even when they're older, and have been together for years, they discover that sometimes being soulmates requires work too. This isn't a feel-good, everything-is-always-perfect, romance. It hurts. Mistakes are made. And their relationship is tested. But I think the fact that is was so painstakingly real is what makes it a better love story. It's proof that love doesn't need to be a fantasy or a fairytale to have a happy ending.
"Second chances are given or made."Jav was easily my favorite character. He broke my heart and despite his feelings on love, I felt he fought for it the most. He lost more than other people can even imagine, and despite his stumbles, he wanted it. He learned from the mistakes he made and went after it.
He lifted his face to the stars, asking love to be his friend. "I want somebody to love... Give me one more chance and I will make the most of it."
"What I want is nothing I am."Who are we? Who decides that? Us or society? And do our wants make us who we are?
"Wanting isn't having. Wanting isn't doing. Wanting isn't making come to fruition. Everyone wants. I want. It's the human condition."I love this because it has me thinking. Truthfully, I'm not sure. I think our wants have to play some role in who we are. I think describing our wants as outside of ourselves is more about fear from the repercussions of wanting what so far we've never considered. Maybe I'll come back and add to this, but right now I'm still thinking about it... which is the best way to leave a book in my opinion.
He was not quite eleven years old and didn't understand what was happening in the world.
Love was no friend of his.
Second chances are given or made.
They were in his story and he was in theirs
My heart beats with you.
Wake up to hear my heart one day.
“Aware of how tenuous life can be. How too many things go unsaid or undone. How we wait too long and miss the chance.”
"He’s simple, but he’s finely made. His experiences have crafted him. He has a moral compass that only points one way.”
The man had to know what a lethal weapon he was, yet his demeanor was utterly casual. He wore a tux like it was a bathrobe. Hell, he probably could stand there in a bathrobe and own it.
It’s no wonder we found each other.