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Red Rising
I’m kind of disappointed that I don’t like this book. The fan-based behind this series all seem so fun. To preface, I’m not a sci-fan fan nor do I care much for dystopian literature. I really was bored for most of the novel, and I wasn’t a fan of Brown’s writing style—short, almost harsh sentences…
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The Wolf and his King
Cursed with lycanthropy since he was a child, Bisclavret is doomed to shift into a wolf against his will. The transformation is as unwelcome as it is sporadic. There is neither time nor place that will predict when he will shift next and no pattern to identify that might ease the anxiety of his painful…
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The Spear Cuts Through Water
In the early days of the Old Country, an emperor frees the Moon by cutting her out of the sky so that she may escape death by hiding out on Earth. In exchange, she bears him three sons so that he may continue his legacy. Soon thereafter, the emperor betrays her and locks her away…
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The Sweetness of Water
Recently freed brothers Prentiss and Landry make a temporary home in the forest of Old Ox, Georgia, where they bide their time, penniless but innovative despite their circumstance, before they head up north to search for their mother who had been sold before the war. George Walker, a northern man replanted in Old Ox, Georgia,…
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FAQ: My Master’s Program Part I
& to me, those are my favorite moments because they taught me that even in the midst of all this underlying fear and palpable stress, that we could still find the energy to laugh and have a good time. Those moments really convinced me that no matter what happens, it’ll all be okay.
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To All My Dramatic Dreamers (Myself Included)
This made me think of Bukowski’s famous words which read: “Find what you love and let it kill you.” I had been consumed by this line when I first came across it. I remember reading it, letting it sink in and thinking they were the most profound words ever arranged in a 9 syllable sentence.…
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Today, the book I was reading got wet I left it outside on the porch, let the rain Trample over the opened pages, and didn’t realize what I had done until the downpour subsided And the rain slowed to a drizzle
Via Justine De fant 