Lau ♡'s Reviews > White Rabbit, Part II

“It’s over,” Malcom said, and the only words he’d ever said in his life that were more perfect were I love you. I love you, Seong-Jae. “It’s over, and we are going home.”


The White Rabbit is a roller coaster of emotions with a shock ending that leaves you wanting more. I can’t believe the second season is over! I’ll be short because I have already talked a lot about this series, but overall:

- It was way better than season one, which I didn’t expect after enjoying so much S1, and know I’m really curious about the third -and last😭- season.

- THE WRITING. Cole’s writing style is my new all time favourite. It’s so perfect that’s not fair how good it is. Now, every time I read a book by another author I’m missing his way of making feelings come to life, his beautiful descriptions and his unique way of expressing emotions. I still enjoy and love other books, but his writing style has spoiled all the others. I have no words to make him justice.


The air was too cold, when his clothing hit the floor. The air was too cold because Seong-Jae was too hot, his naked flesh burning up the air around him until he must surely evaporate all the oxygen in the room and combust into a flash fire -yet Malcolm’s unclad body seemed to absorb that heat and turn it into power, fueling the tightly honed flex and pull the titanic muscle as Malcolm moved against him (...)


- The side characters: we follow more and more characters with every book, so there are a lot of secondary plots going on at the same time. Besides Seong-Jae and Mal, I ended up caring for Cara, Anjulie, Seong-Ja, Adelaide, Sade, Malcolm’s parents… I’ve always thought that having great side characters is a clear signal of a good book, so this series truly deserves the award.

- Malcolm and Seong-Jae. No words. They are beautiful, completely stole my heart, and I’m going to shatter when I have to say goodbye.


To sum up, one of my favourite highlights, to cry while I think of all the hours I’m going to have to wait for the next one:

“What we call love, just one word… is so many different things to so many different people. () Every person who loves someone else, and is loved in return, is giving something one-sided, and receiving something different from what they give.”

() “Do you think our love is real, then?” Malcolm asked softly, and wondered if he wanted to know the answer. “Do you think, when I say I love you, that word means something different to me than it does to you?”

() “If anyone understands the things I do not say when I speak of love…” Seong-Jae whispered, “it’s you.” He lifted their entwined hands, pressed them over his chest and through his torn and dirtied shirt, Malcolm could feel the beat of Seong-Jae’s heart, labored and fast. “And I would like to think that I understand you, as well. That when you, when I say omr, omr-an… we know.” He swallowed, a thick and heavy sound, pressing Malcolm’s hand harder to his heart. “Here. I feel you here, where the word for it does not matter… and it feels as if no matter what words we use, they will always mean the same thing. My heart for yours. Your heart for mine. The breath that gives each other life.”