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i am half sick of shadows | a mix inspired by the gemma doyle trilogy
“How I’d love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.”
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ya meme ∆ 10 favorite series/books
the diviners by libba bray
“People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense-words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions-words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History.”

Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing
“Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another.”

Favourite Books → Rebel Angels by Libba Bray
“What if evil doesn’t really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except our own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?”
What happens to us when we die: an informal poll.
Theory #1: The Christians are right. There’s a big guy with a white robe and a long, flowing beard and a devil with a pitchfork, and depending on whether you’ve been bad or good (oh, be good, for goodness’ sake!), you’ll wind up playing a harp with the angels or burning in the everlasting fires of hell, both of which sound sucktastic.
Theory #2: The Jews are right, and when you die there’s nothing, so you better have gotten plenty to eat in this life.
Theory #3: The Muslims are right, and I am in for some serious black-eyed virgin time. Then again, I’ve got black eyes and am a virgin, so I may in for some serious trouble once I kick.
Theory #4: The Buddhists and Hindus are right. This life is one of many. You just go on working through your karmic baggages till you get it right. So be nice to that cockroach. That could be you someday.
Theory #5: The UFO crazies are right, and we are all one big experiment for a race of superaliens who like to sit around in the alien equivalent of the Barcalounger, sipping a brew and watching those wacky humans get up to the nuttiest sorts of hijinks. And when we buy the farm, they swoop down in the mother ship and take us back to Planet Z and the primordial ooze.
Theory #6: Nobody knows shit.
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Gearing up for The Diviners: Check out these Ziegfeld Girls, courtesy of the American Memory Project.
Check out Reading Rants preview review here.

Kartik’s eyes flutter, and then he opens them wide, with a look I cannot describe, as if he has just glimpsed something precious that he thought lost…
Gemma and Kartik. I feel like, if Gemma had a perfect happy place, this would be it. Same With Kartik. I always love the way Gemma envisions herself with Kartik, combining a piece of home while she’s with him - with the henna and saree and everything.
I just finished reading the part in ‘The Sweet Far Thing’ where Gemma and Kartik go to the Cave of Sighs. Somehow I feel like something terrible is going to happen after that part, so I just wanted to remember that lovely scene… you know, before all the shit goes down.