Picture one of those big investigation boards with strings connecting different pieces of evidence-that‘s this book. Multiple POVs with seemingly no connections initially, but then the strings begin linking everything together. Enthralling.

Great writing, but a little too character driven for me. I definitely respect this book and understand why it is loved by many. However, I was expecting a lot of action, and this just didn‘t deliver. I still plan on picking up the second book at some point in hopes that the title Jade WAR means more external than internal conflict.

I had absolutely no interest in being somebody else‘s muse. I am not a muse. I am the somebody. End of fucking story.

Because I‘m starting to wonder if this is what being in love is. Being okay with ripping yourself to shreds so the other person can stay whole.

“Carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man.”

“Like I said,” she responded, “There are two halves that make me whole. One is the girl who grew up practicing our spiritual tradition, and who still feels a duty to uphold those beliefs. The other is the adult who experiences the world on its surface, who hasn‘t had a sense for the ‘supernatural‘ in decades. The believer and the atheist live inside of me together.” “I think it‘s like that for a lot of people,” Faye offered.

“They‘re gonna kill you,” she whispered-then licked my face.😧