This having been written after The Song of Achilles is a disservice to itself. Oh don't get me wrong, it's close to perfect and I enjoyed everything aThis having been written after The Song of Achilles is a disservice to itself. Oh don't get me wrong, it's close to perfect and I enjoyed everything about this book, but it didn't quite move me the same way Miller's debut novel did, that's why I can't give it 5 stars. It's still great!
"The child I carried would be called a demigod, but that word was deceiving. From my blood he would have a few special graces, beauty or speed, strength or charm. But all the rest come from his father, for mortality always bred truer than godhead."...more
Eerie and fucked-up. However, it kept giving me a sense of warmth. I liked it. No, I loved it. I think I'm done with my reading slump. Full Romanian rEerie and fucked-up. However, it kept giving me a sense of warmth. I liked it. No, I loved it. I think I'm done with my reading slump. Full Romanian review to come....more
I feel happy and empowered. I hope this book has changed me, although I can't be certain yet. I think I have some more love to offer by now, but this I feel happy and empowered. I hope this book has changed me, although I can't be certain yet. I think I have some more love to offer by now, but this could prove to be false. I just don't know. Read the book....more
The feeling of heaviness is gone. Not being enough is not going through my mind anymore. Thank you, Rupi Kaur. Thank you.
"your mother is in the habThe feeling of heaviness is gone. Not being enough is not going through my mind anymore. Thank you, Rupi Kaur. Thank you.
"your mother is in the habit of offering more love than you can carry
your father is absent
you are a war the border between two countries the collateral damage the paradox that joins the two but also splits them apart"
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"father. you always call to say nothing in particular. you ask what i'm doing or where i am and when the silence stretches like a lifetime between us i scramble to find questions to keep the conversation going. (...) i come from the same aching blood. from the same bone so desperate for attention i collapse in on myself. i am your daughter. i know the small talk is the only way you know how to tell me you love me. cause it is the only way i know how to tell you."
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"i didn't leave because i stopped loving you i left because the longer i stayed the less i loved myself"
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"what i miss most is how you loved me, but what i didn't know was how you loved me had so much to do with the person i was. it was a reflection of everything i gave to you. coming back to me. how did i not see that. how. did i sit here soaking in the idea that no one else would love me that way. when it was i that taught you. when it was i that showed you how to fill. the way i needed to be filled. how cruel i was to myself. giving you credit for my warmth simply because you had felt it. thinking it was you who gave me strength. wit. beauty. simply because you recognized it. as if i was already not these things before i met you. as if i did not remain all these once you left."
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"you are in the habit of co-depending on people to make up for what you think you lack
who tricked you into believing another person was meant to complete you when the most they can do is complement."
I really wanted to give this 5 stars. You see, I was enthralled by the first ~200 pages - the coldness of the writing, the mystery surrounding Julian'I really wanted to give this 5 stars. You see, I was enthralled by the first ~200 pages - the coldness of the writing, the mystery surrounding Julian's pupils, the foreshadowing of the murder. I couldn't put it down. After the actual murder, it was a bit of a drag. I think I just hoped I'd get more of Julian's monologues. The ending left me feeling empty (probably a plus).
'Time is something which defies spring and winter, birth and decay, the good and the bad, indifferently. Something changeless and joyous and absolutely indestructible. Duality ceases to exist; there is no ego, no "I," and yet it's not at all like those horrid comparisons one sometimes hears in Eastern religions, the self being a drop of water swallowed by the ocean of the universe. It's more as if the universe expands to fill the boundaries of the self.'...more
"-Iar s-a scumpit lumina, o informează el și se ridică.
Rămâne țintuit locului, cu mâinile în buzunare, uitându-se la ea. În cele din urmă, pune în"-Iar s-a scumpit lumina, o informează el și se ridică.
Rămâne țintuit locului, cu mâinile în buzunare, uitându-se la ea. În cele din urmă, pune încetișor mâna pe piatra de căpătâi și o mângâie tandru dintr-o parte în cealaltă, de parcă i-ar fi dezmierdat obrazul.
-Mi-e dor de tine, șoptește el.
Se fac șase luni de când a murit. Iar Ove încă mai controlează caloriferele de două ori pe zi, să vadă dacă nu cumva a dat ea căldura mai tare pe furiș.”
Se întâmplă de multe ori să termin un roman YA generic și să spun că e ceva cu totul nou, ceva ce revoluționează literatura la nivel intergalactic, dar de cele mai multe ori, mă cam pripesc. Elementele sunt repetitive, tipologiile personajelor, și mai și, iar acțiunea... adeseori, aceeași. Ei bine, acesta nu este cazul lui Un bărbat pe nume Ove. Este cu adevărat ceva ce nu am întâlnit. Un nou fel de tear-jerking stuff. Fiecare capitol m-a distrus încetul cu încetul pe interior, rămânând ca finalul să îmi pună capăt în mod mișelesc (într-un sens bun, dacă se poate spune). O să revin cu o recenzie completă. Trebuie să îmi adun gândurile, alături de bucățile răsfirate de suflet.
Sonja spunea adesea că „toate drumurile în viață te duc, într-un fel sau altul, spre ceea ce ți-e sortit”. Și poate că, pentru ea, destin însemna „ceva”.
"I love you so much." His voice is breathless and full of fear. "I'll love you forever. Even when I can't." My tears fall hACTUAL RATING: 3.75 stars
"I love you so much." His voice is breathless and full of fear. "I'll love you forever. Even when I can't." My tears fall harder at his words. "And I'll love you forever. Even when I shouldn't."
Confess was way over my expectations. I was so sure that I wasn't going to like it that I would give it one star, or let's say two stars. I am glad that I was entirely wrong.
I have to Confess, I wasn't impressed with our main character. Actually, she didn't get any emotion whatsoever out of me, and I think that's the problem with lots of contemporaries. Auburn Reed is bland, dull and shy. She's just lost a boyfriend and not even days later, she falls in love with someone else. And again. Love triangles. Fuck.
However, the main love interest is a cutie pie, lovely and smart. He reminded me (just a tiny little bit) of Rhysand from aCoMaF. And he doesn't force himself on her. HOW GREAT IS THAT? Below are some great examples of a healthy way of thinking.
"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. I'm sure you've weighed your options, and this is the only one that works for you and I get that. I just hate it for you"
^ This, ladies and gentlemen, is the way the world should work. Being opinionated is not wrong, but aggressively forcing your opinions on somebody, and treating them like they don't have a brain of their own, is fucking wrong. And my lil cinnamon roll Owen knows that
"She's made her choice, and even though it's not the choice either of us wants, it's the only choice that works for her right now. And I have to respect that."
^ Yes. You have to.
I loved the first half of the book, when a love triangle wasn't a thing. Owen and Auburn's relationship is fascinating, it kept me reading and it made me finish the whole book in one sitting. It was legit awesome. Okay, when Trey 'arrives', things go downhill, but it's alright. I don't mind, as long as Owen's happy. Yay.
Also, I can't not mention the amazing artworks.
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JUST LOOK AT THEM. THEY'RE JUST WOW. SO WOW. SUCH WOW. LOTS OF WOW. Owen's a great guy AND he knows how to paint. Good looks, intelligence, a complex personality and talent. What else is there?
I should stop. I will stop. But I won't stop reading Colleen Hoover's books. That's for sure.
He leaned forward in his chair. "May I give you some advice? If you are truly his friend, you will help him leave this soft heart behind. He's goinHe leaned forward in his chair. "May I give you some advice? If you are truly his friend, you will help him leave this soft heart behind. He's going to Troy to kill men, not rescue them." His dark eyes held me like swift-running current. "He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature." The words drove breath from me, left me stuttering. "He is not-" "But he is. The best the gods have ever made. And it is time he knew it, and you did too. If you hear nothing else I say, hear that. I do not say it in malice." I was no match for him and his words that lodged like quills and would not be shaken loose. "You are wrong," I said. He did not answer me, only watched me turn and flee from him in silence."
Damn. Damn damn damn damn damn. *sniff* For me, this started like some history-related nonfiction, but then slowly began to turn into LOTS OF GREATNESS AND PAIN yay. Yes, I am still crying. Yes, this tore my soul apart. No, I will never get over it. I can't put into words how this book made me feel, nor can I explain Achilles and Patroclus' relationship. It's just way too much to say.
Read this book.
5/5 stars.
"IN THE DARKNESS, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun."
"Never creep back and cower before shades. You're Forescout blood. You claim the Forests. You are their creature as much as any other. As am I..." "Never creep back and cower before shades. You're Forescout blood. You claim the Forests. You are their creature as much as any other. As am I..."
I still do not understand. How can you manage to let the reader grasp the concept of magic in a 50 page novella/short story, while focusing on character development all along? How does Sanderson do this? Loved it more than Sixth of the Dusk, mainly because Silence is waaay more badass than Dusk....more
Characters: 2/5 stars. Not impressed. Plot: 2/5 stars. I felt the fantasy, but I did not feel Sanderson. World: 4/5 stars. Quite cool. Magic System Characters: 2/5 stars. Not impressed. Plot: 2/5 stars. I felt the fantasy, but I did not feel Sanderson. World: 4/5 stars. Quite cool. Magic System/Investiture: 5/5 stars. I liked it more than Elantris', and almost as much as Warbreaker's. Writing Style: 3/5 stars.
*drums*
TOTAL: 3.2/5 stars. Wow, that's actually pretty close to the overall rating I had in mind. ...more
All the stars in the Universe. But I guess I'll have to settle to 5 stars on this occasion.
I can't elaborate. I just can't. This book made me feel so All the stars in the Universe. But I guess I'll have to settle to 5 stars on this occasion.
I can't elaborate. I just can't. This book made me feel so many things I didn't know existed. The last half of the book kept me crying continuously. This really is a book about discovering the secrets of the Univers, in some way.
I'm torn apart, because I identify myself with both Aristotle and Dante, and this never happened to me before.
Everyone should read this book. Everyone. No exceptions. Read it. ...more
I am relieved I finished this book because I couldn't stand reading it. It kept destroying me with each page, each sRATING: All the stars in the world
I am relieved I finished this book because I couldn't stand reading it. It kept destroying me with each page, each sentence, each word. I never read a YA novel so peculiar, so enchanting, so beautifully bizarre. I can't gather my thoughts and write anything else, I probably never will. But please, read this book. Read it if you ever have the chance.
"When they were pronounced man and wife, Emilienne silently promised she'd be good to her husband, as long as he didn't ask for her heart. She no longer had one to give."...more
I was reluctant while reading the first quarter of so of this book, because, for real, it was boring as fuck. BUT NOW I HAVE THIS HUGE GRIN ALL OVER MI was reluctant while reading the first quarter of so of this book, because, for real, it was boring as fuck. BUT NOW I HAVE THIS HUGE GRIN ALL OVER MY FACE and I'm so so so so so so happy and I don't know why. I'm so proud of Simon and Blue and Leah and Abby and Nick and even fucking asshole Martin.
This was such a fun read! And I had no trouble with the characters, they are funny and nice and real. The writing is one of the best things about this book, because it's so simple and easy to read, compared to other YA contemporaries that try to be so poetic and tumblr-ish and EXHAUSTING.
I thought I have forgotten how to cry whilst reading a book. But this one brought it back to me. Violently. Furiously. This is one of the books that II thought I have forgotten how to cry whilst reading a book. But this one brought it back to me. Violently. Furiously. This is one of the books that I plan on rereading. Repeatedly. Forever.
"Can I have it?" This shocks me. She's never asked for a drawing before. I'm horrible at giving them away. "For the sun, stars, oceans, and all the trees, I'll consider it," I say, knowing she'll never agree. She knows how badly I want the sun and trees. We've been dividing up the world since we were five. I'm kicking her butt at the moment-universe domination is within my grasp for the first time. "Are you kidding?" she says, standing up straight. It annoys me how tall she's getting. It's like she's being stretched at night. "That leaves me just the flowers, Noah." Fine, I think. She'll never do it. It's settled, but it isn't. She reaches over and props up the pad, gazing at the portrait like she's expecting the English guy to speak to her. "Okay," she says. "Trees, stars, oceans. Fine." "And the sun, Jude." "Oh, all right," she says, totally surprising me. "I'll give you the sun." "I practically have everything now!" I say. "You're crazy!" "But I have him."
^ I could not not write it down. It was too beautiful too stay in my head and in the pages only....more
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