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mooncyclereader · 2 months
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why are wlw books so angsty and deep all the time like where is my casual wlw romcom or my fantasy lesbians, space bis and trans princesses like not every wlw has some lost love in some town in the middle of nowhere
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mooncyclereader · 3 months
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!!!!!!! A CONJURING OF LIGHT SPOILERS!!!!!
Part 2 chapter 5
HOW ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO BEAT THAT????? HELLO???? WHAT????
The king is bad ass, finally. ALUCARD BEING SO SOFT I'M GOING TO DIE!! I wanna see Sol-in-Air in action UGH he is so cool. I'm like 100% sure that Hasta won't come out of this alive. Please Rhy don't die a third time.
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mooncyclereader · 3 months
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Starting "A Conjuring of Light" and already feeling my heart breaking. I'm sobbing. What the fuck Shwabs????
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mooncyclereader · 3 months
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Ok i finished it and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
GOD
WHAT
NO
OMG
OOOOOOH FUCK
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Started the second book of the Shades of magic series.
I'm at chapter 3
Kell i love you i adore you I'm so sorry but...you'll have to work hard to win Lila back because mr Alucard over there... OOF
They have some CHEMESTRY going on!!!
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mooncyclereader · 3 months
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| Alucard: Nice disguise, does it come in mens?
Lila without even looking up: Oh, I think you come in men enough for all of us
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mooncyclereader · 3 months
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Alucard Fucking Emery.
The fucking audacity.
The big dick energy is unmatched.
I hope Kell actually kicks his ass at some point but goddammit he did that.
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mooncyclereader · 4 months
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How about in 2024 we stop it with reading books with the goal in mind to finish the book so you can add it to your list of read books and start reading books slowly and intentionally with the goal to rip it into pieces with your mind and be touched by it and formed by it and changed by it
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mooncyclereader · 4 months
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ME WITH ANY BOOK CHARACTER I PARTICULARLY LIKE
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mooncyclereader · 4 months
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Started the second book of the Shades of magic series.
I'm at chapter 3
Kell i love you i adore you I'm so sorry but...you'll have to work hard to win Lila back because mr Alucard over there... OOF
They have some CHEMESTRY going on!!!
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mooncyclereader · 4 months
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me and the mutuals when we're online ♡
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mooncyclereader · 4 months
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Things that i learned about reading this year :
I don't actually like annotating with too many supplies. A black pan and a highlighter that matches the cover will do. I don't even tab anymore.
I'm actually very capable of in depth analysis. I always thought i wasn't educated or smart enough to pick up on certain nuances in subtext, but after talking with other people, i discovered that i am actually very smart about this kind of stuff. So yay me.
I should not start a book right after i finish one. Especially if the one i just finished gave me a deep emotional reaction. I need to sit and give myself a week to calm down and understand better what i want to read next, otherwise i'll put myself in a slump.
The only way for me to plan what to read and not go just by mood is to have a reading buddy. I actually really love being in a reading buddy system, especially if the other person makes comments on everything like YES BABY TELL ME ALL YOUR THOUGHTS!!
I think i got a better comprehension of what my reading tastes are. I gravitate towards books with darker themes, with a more goth vibe, no wonder that my only two 5 stars were two gothic novels (Belman & Black, The Phantom of the opera.)
Despite reading only 9 books the people in my life still think "you read so much " when i thought that i was in fact not reading enough.
I do not like Young Adults. Some are still good and decent but i fear i might have outgrown them. I want darkness and mature concepts.
Making a Reading journal actually helps me a lot with my motivation, it becomes a more complete hobby that way. Like is not just sitting and reading, i can put my creativity in to it too.
I can only read for a max of 3 hours before i get bored and my brain stops paying attention to the words even if i like the book.
So yea i enjoy this reading year!
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mooncyclereader · 5 months
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anytime I feel my imagination running away with itself I think about the tangoing on the roof quote from Bunny and SNAP out of it
like it's beautiful don't get my wrong but still such a gut punch I just can not handle it
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mooncyclereader · 5 months
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I wish bunny would've ended the same way as ready or not where the bunnies (the girls not the animals lol) exploded into gore
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mooncyclereader · 5 months
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Just finished Bunny by Mona Awad-
They really weren’t lying when they said it was Frankenstein meets Heathers on steroids were they???
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mooncyclereader · 5 months
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Honestly me not realizing that Samantha was written to be a lesbian until the very end of the novel was very "lesbian who herself struggled with comphet for years" of me
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mooncyclereader · 5 months
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js finished bunny. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. ok but fr the writing was really good and that part where samantha is using we pronouns until ava shakes her out of it was really good and freaked me out!!! also samantha was in love with ava right. like we can agree on that?
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mooncyclereader · 5 months
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Queer rep is like “I’m a girl…. But I like?? A girl >_<“ Meanwhile queer coding is like “I look at her face through her fishnet veil. Is she pissed? I can’t tell because it’s hard to see her expression in the dark. I shrug, smile, but feel my lip jerk to one side.
“Okay. Stressful. School and all.”
She nods at the moon, who would never be stressed out by dumb things like school. I wish she would look at me.
“I missed you.” I say it with feeling. Too much feeling. “I tried to text. I thought maybe you left town or something.”
“Nope, still here. Well, there was that really brief stint with Diego in Paris. He got me this coat.”
“It’s nice.” I say it before I even look at her coat but now that I do, I realize it is a nice coat, a very nice coat, and I’ve never seen her in it before. Probably another spoil from the Warren dumpster but no, it looks too new. It’s got a fur collar. “Is that real fur?”
“Rabbit.” She blows smoke coolly out of her nostrils like a dragon. “He skinned it himself. Don’t look so appalled, Smackie. That’s what they do in Europe. Anyway, it had a good life before he shot it. Lots of tall grass and hopping in the Bois de Boulogne or whatever.”
She grins at me, her eyes shining. “Oh, how was your little sex party thing, by the way?”
“Okay.”
“Cool.”
“I mean, it was super lame,” I add. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that again. Ever.”
She looks at me. “You’re allowed to have fun without me,
you know.”
“I know,” I say. “But I really didn’t. At all.”
She looks at me until I look away.
Silence.
When I look back at her, she’s staring up at the moon, smiling serenely at it like the moon is her new best friend, it’s telling her the most gorgeous things in the world, it would never betray her for some dumb cunts. I could never compare. I shouldn’t try.
“I really missed you this week. I thought maybe you were upset with me.”
“Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Because you went to that lame party?”
When she says it aloud like that, it sounds utterly stupid.
“No. I don’t know. Maybe,” I say.
She laughs and shakes her head. “Don’t be an idiot.” She turns back toward the moon. “Unlike your new friends, I’m a grown woman.” “I know.”
“I have my own devices.” She looks down the street as though she’s waiting for a taxi that will arrive and whisk her away any minute now. The street is dark, empty, aside from a few scared-looking undergrads walking quickly down the sidewalk, huddled together, their coiffed heads bent, purse logos shimmering in the dark. Probably venturing toward the one cool bar downtown.
The tango music swells up again.
“We’d better go back inside,” she says and moves to walk in.
“I’m sorry I went,” I blurt out. “I would much rather have hung out with you.” It’s the truth. It’s so the truth I can’t even look at her.
“Do you want me to be mad at you? Is that it?” “No,” I say.
“Because I will be. Samantha, how dare you.” “Ava.”
“Why oh why did you desert me for three hours?”
“Stop it.”
“Do you know I almost died? In fact,” she turns to look at me, “I am dead.” “Don’t.”
“Oh yes. I’m a ghost now, Samantha. I died of a broken heart. I died of grief. It’s in the autopsy. And it’s all your fault. My tombstone reads, Friend Deserted for Evening. I didn’t invite you to the funeral because I figured you wouldn’t care.”
“Ava, please stop—”
She moves in closer. Cups her hands around my face. Her hands are cold and soft and strong through the mesh gloves that grate my skin. She smells like wet leaf, firewood, and green tea. Her hair is platinum feathers brushing my cheeks. Her eyes are runny and scary with makeup, both the brown one and the blue one boring into my skull. We’re swaying slightly like we’re about to dance.
I remember how the first time we came to class, we were late and all the men had been taken. So the teacher said, You two, pair up! Take turns leading.
Are you leading or am I? I asked Ava.
Whatever, she said. We can both lead.
Okay, I said, not knowing what to do. So I sort of followed and led at the same time. She was looking right at me sort of dreamily, happily, like what bliss, what fun, isn’t it? but I didn’t know where to look, so I kept my eyes on a peacock feather earring dangling from her left ear. It felt a little like holding a dream.
I’m staring at that feather now, though this doesn’t feel like a dream.
“Samantha,” she says now, “I don’t care, okay? I really don’t. You want to go to a pretentious party and fraternize with bonobos, I honestly give zero fucks. I don’t care what you do or where you go, okay?”
I feel my breath being knocked out of me. “Okay,” I say. She looks at me.
Tears are suddenly running down my face.
“Smackie,” she says softly.
But I’m walking away, stumbling then running. Even though the night scares me. Even though I hear her calling my name as I walk off into the night. I hear her calling me back, but I don’t turn around. I want to show her I’m not scared. ”
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