pickI could go on and on about how great the writing and story is, that I love the characters but the truth, I say in 4 words; I AM NOT OKAY. The ending is brutal and it will take me a while to get over. Having said that, next read; Hero at the Fall. The next in the series. Wish me luck! 😅 I give it: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5
pickI finished this book some time ago and did not write a review because I still had so many quotes I wanted to post. Well, I still have a lot of quotes I have not posted but I give up. You will have to read the book for those. The book was great and adorable with mention of serious topics, though, like sexism and kidnapping. Overall I give it: ⭐️⭐️⭐️
pickI put off writing a review and currently have finish the second book in the series already. The book is very well written and I love the plot twists, women with swords and couples I ship soo hard. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Lately I'd been thinking someone just ought to kill this town out of mercy.
Things always got bad when food was low. Actually, things were always bad. They just got worse.
There were only two things we had too much of: sand and guns.
If it were possible to die for boredom, everyone in Dustwalk would be corpses in the sand.
They said the only folk we belonged in Deadshot after dark were the ones who were up to no good.
so-soI finished this book a last week and read this book of school. The book has a very strong message of equality and I liked it. ⭐️⭐️⭐️
“One way or another,“ I said. “I'm going to free you.“
“Thank you, Jack. I don't know what I did to deserve your knidness, but thank you.“
“Kindness isn't something you should have to earn,“ I muttered.
You may be right, but I think we both know that that's not always the way the world works.“
“If that thief hasn't stolen your heart then I'll ride Alma's donkey backwards from one end of the Pay Streak to the other singing Yankee Doodle.“
“ I could've done this as Amelia Howard again,“ I said. “ I look pretty in a dress.“
“Because he thinks he's better than her.“
“That sounds like Teddy“ I said. “ He thinks women are weak and simple and beneath him.“
Jack laughed to himself. “Evangeline and Lucia could cure him of that notion.“
“I want to help you, Wil.“
“Why?“ I asked. “ After everything I've told you, only a fool would want to get involved.“
“Then I'm a fool.“
“I thought you didn't believe in God,“ I said.
Jack shook his finger at me and laughed. “Still don't. But something brought us together. Maybe it was magic.“
“It wasn't magic,“ I said. “Teddy and I arrived by train.“
Jack snickered and covered his mouth as if attempting to hold back laughter. “That was terrible, Wil.“
“How?“ he asked, finally. “How is it possible?“
“God,“ I said.
“God's a con.“
“What are you doing here?“
“Well, since your hair's not long enough for me to climb, I figured I'd scale the tower wall.“
Teddy had unbalanced me, and I wished I'd had the chance to steady myself before seeing Jack. Especially since he also made me feel out of sort, but in an entirey different way.
“ Don't you trust me, Jack?“ Lucia asked, playing the ingénue.
“Only when you're sleeping“
pickAiden Thomas did it again! With amazing plot twists, characters and mystery, I loved this book just as much as Cemetery Boys! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
She almost wanted to laugh, but not a funny ha-ha laugh, more of an I'm-losing-my-mind laugh.
It was real, it had to be. It wasn‘t a dream, it was a memory.
She didn‘t know when or where, but her brother and Peter had been there.
Peter.
A delirious laugh bubbled in her throat.
Her Peter. Peter Pan. He was real. And she needed to find him.
pickI love this book soooo much! It made me sob both happy and sad tears! It is exiting, wholesome and surprising! With wonderful sarcastic dialogue and badass characters! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
pickI love the red queen series and the stories in this book add to it perfectly! I enjoyed reading it a lot and it makes me what to read the series all over again!⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
No, it wasn't the end. It was a better beginning.
“You ready?” Julian asked.
“No,” Yadriel confessed, his voice tight.
Julian grinned. “Do it anyways.”
“If you ever scare me like that again,” he said breathlessly, “I'll kill you myself, Julian Diaz.”
“Which one of us is Cinderella in this scenario?”
“I'm the fairy godmother,” he managed to croak out. “I think that makes you the pumpkin.”
pickI read this book in class and it was not something that I would usually pick. However, every chapter was exiting and I am glad I read it. I really like the structure of the story; starting and ending with letters. I also like that the story feels like Frankenstein is telling you personally. Overall, Frankenstein by Mary Shelly is a really exiting and tragic book. I recommend it to anyone into science fiction! 🎖🎖🎖🎖
He was a boy made of fire who'd been turned to frost. He was meant to burn.
Julian was achingly beautiful, but in the way a thunderstorm was beautiful—wild, rough, electric.
And bound to leave devastation in his wake.
Julian's voice was too gentle, his words too soft. “I want you to release me.”
“Are you sure it was a guy?” Maritza asked, scuffing the toe of her shoe against an empty beer can.
“Yes it was a guy,” Julian said, annoyed. “He was taller than me, and—”
“There's plenty of women in the world over six feet—”
“Well, they were strong enough to murder me,” Julian shot back.
“I'm sure plenty of women are smart enough to overpower you,” Maritza said, casually examining her nails.
“Queer folks are like wolves,” Julian told him. “We travel in packs.”
Julian snorted. “No.” He leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows. “I don't do girlfriends.”
Yadriel rolled his eyes and scoffed. “What? Because you're some kind of mujeriego, or something? Too many ladies to pick just one?” he asked with a flare of annoyance.
“No.” Julian's tone was cross, eyes still on the page. “Because I'm gay, asshole.”
“It'd be like trying to light birthday candles with kerosene,” Yadriel tried to explain. “It'd be overkill. The candles would catch on fire, and then the cake would burst into flames,” he listed off. “But then the kerosene is tied to your life force, so you end up using all your energy and magic reserves just to light some dumb birthday candles, and then you're dead.”
“That seems like a bad metaphor.”
“It's an analogy.”
“Really?” Julian's head canted to the side, sparing Yadriel a confused squint. “I ain't never seen this place before, and I know the streets of LA like the back of my head,” he explained.
“Back of your hand,” Maritza corrected.
Julian waved her off. “Whatever.”
“I'll come back for you in the morning—” Yadriel started, moving to place the medal on the altar with Lady Death.
“Wait, what?” Julian's eyes went wide. “You can't just ditch me here!”
“I can't take you home, someone will see you!” Yadriel told him.
“I'm not letting you abandon me in a haunted church—”
“It's not haunted!”
“If I'm in here, and I'm a ghost, then it's haunted!” Julian shot back.
Julian scoffed, which was not how Yadriel thought any sane person should react to getting a knife pulled on them.
“What are you going to do, stab me?” Julian's laugh was sharp as he tapped a finger to his temple. “Already dead, remember?”
“No, I'm not gonna stab you!” Though, to be honest, it was more tempting by the minute.
He'd never had to explain who brujx were and what they did, on account of it being a huge, sacred secret they devoted their lives to keeping.
Whoops.
On the bright side, he had actually summoned a real-life spirit.
On the not-so-bright side, he had summoned the wrong one.
“If Bahlam appears and drags us down to Xibalba, I'm going to be pissed,” Maritza hissed.
Yadriel rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I'm sure Bahlam, the jaguar god of 47 the underworld, is hanging out in this old church, waiting for a couple of teenagers...
Maritza punched his arm. “I mean like a monster or something.”
“There's no such thing as monsters.”
Maritza stopped and stared at him, wide-eyed. “You didn't just say that—did you really just say that?” she demanded before throwing her arms in the air. “That's classic start-of-a-horror-movie dialogue you just threw out into the universe!”
“This place kind of gives me the creeps,” Maritza whispered at his side, rubbing her arm. “What if it's haunted?”
Yadriel huffed a laugh. “Of course it's haunted, this is literally a cemetery full of spirits,” he said.
“Uh, there's a lot of gaps in your plan,” Maritza told him.
“I didn't say it was a good one.”
Well, Yadriel was tired of it. He was tired of forgiving. He was tired of fighting to just exist and be himself. He was tired of being the odd one out.
