Book Review | Bright Burning Stars
Title: Bright Burning Stars by A. K. Small
Pages: 304
Genres: YA, realistic fiction, contemporary,
Publisher: Algonquin Young Readers (May 21st, 2019)
Summary
Best friends Marine Duval and Kate Sanders have trained at the Paris Opera Ballet School since childhood, where they’ve formed an inseparable bond forged by respective family tragedies and a fierce love for dance. When the body of a…
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I didn’t want to explain. I didn’t want to say that grief was like a recurring injury that erupted instinctively. People who’d never grieved didn’t know.
— Bright Burning Stars (A. K. Small)
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@apostisms ✨ continued.
𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 follows the messages she receives shortly after sending her own, indicating the rockstar awaited the contact impatiently — or so she thinks, using this little delusion to boost her ego.
it's late; sky is now coated in indigo paint, city lights dulling the shine of glitter splotches on its canvas. luxanna sees them without issue; they call her sometime, and she responds in duty, due to which she woke up right before the concert. somehow, she always feels sylas' eyes on her during his performances; it's like he seeks her and sings for her and her only — jinx feeds onto that silly idea, noticing it first, and then reminding about it each time they see the rockband.
everytime they're in town, that is.
because for some reason, the lead singer offers front row free tickets as long as she wants to come. and luxanna cannot disappoint her friend.
with another glance at her phone, and the clock, she taps responses to comments she never dreamed of receiving, and she's mad at herself for blushing at the compliment. a well known musician liking her bedroom recordings, taking his time to learn them, and then sharing them with the world. technically, she could sue him. truth is, she likes him. and she loved liked the way he sang her words with his hoarse voice in front of thousands of people.
-> [ Sylas ]: And to think a rockstar like you would care this much to appeal to a simple girl like me. I'm honored, in a way.
-> [ Sylas ]: Thank you. Writing and singing is my way to unwind and relax. I'm glad someone with such a musical background enjoys it.
-> [ Sylas ]: Just in case, please don't share my instagram with anyone, neither me as the author of the song. I do not wish to be perceived by your fans.
-> [ Sylas ]: No offense.
now, there's a pause on her side of the messaging app, as lux considers accepting the invitation. she doesn't drink. she's tired. and she isn't sure about spending nighttime one on one with sylas, either — doesn't believe he could hurt her, but there's a little red light pulsing slightly in the back of her head, and she's learned to trust her intuition. instead on declining right away, she decides on a different approach.
-> [ Sylas ]: Don't you have an after party to attend to?
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I just learned about stars in my physics class
There’s something so poetic about how the biggest stars burn out quicker. About how the fusion that keeps them alive, eventually makes them unstable.
In a last attempt to survive the constant push of gravity they form iron inside of their cores; this makes them unstable. Despite the futility of it all, as gravity eventually always wins, they try nonetheless.
Not only that but when they go supernova, they form a nebula. Even in spite of the constant battle that was their life, they left something in their wake. A place that forms new stars.
A legacy, if you will
the cycle will forever continue
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How’s this for a stress dream:
I was back working in an architectural office setting. However, we weren’t using computers, it was back to manual drafting on tables.
I had a project deadline approaching in the next 36 hours. I had yet to start drafting any of the plans. The project was for a 15-story mixed-used building with a below grade parking garage.
I was the only person available to work on this project.
Coffee and cocaine became my closest companions.
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I shook my head. What do you know about love? I thought. But then I felt bad. M knew a lot about love, but a different kind of love. Oli-love. Not long ago, Marine had told me that she'd cried when her mother had explained that in the womb she and Oli had swum in two separate amniotic sacs, making them fraternal, not identical. “I'd always thought of us as conjoined somehow, not divided, even by a membrane.” Back then I hadn't understood M's grief. Instead, I'd thought of my own mother, carrying me, how warm and safe I must have been inside her belly, all tucked away. But now for some reason at the image of these two babies unable to touch, I blinked back tears.
— Bright Burning Stars (A. K. Small)
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Did you know that in addition to being the birth flower of March, several daffodils symbolises new beginnings and rebirth; but a single daffodil symbolises misfortune? I thought you might find this interesting...
Also known as an excuse to practice bright colors and weird angular shading!
@plushii-gutz : BEHOLD, HE
Version with blood under the cut bc I'm a lil edgy like that
No danganronpa jokes pls I went with pink bc it fit with the rest of the colors
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thinkign about polysho… and nene seeing emu rui and tsukasa as her sun moon and stars respectively but wondering where she fits into it.. and they say shes like the entire sky because shes able to keep them all together (and under control jwjsja) and without her they may not have ever gone anywhere :((((
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