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asoftepiloguemylove · 8 months
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Ruta Sepetys "Emilia;" Salt to the Sea // Cynthia Cruz "The Glimmering Room;" Diagnosis // @herchainsaregone // Jamie Varon Does The Universe Fight For Souls To Be Together? // The Edge of Seventeen (2016) dir. Kelly Fremon Craig // Marya Hornbacher Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia // Sue Zhao // Clementine von Radics // pinterest // Billie Eilish What Was I Made For?
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greenwrites · 5 months
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1. Franz Kafka
2. Ruta Sepetys
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talkfastlibrary · 2 months
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A sneak peek to a Bradley fic I’ve been slowly working on for the last couple of months. I don’t want to post it until it’s completed but I’d love to know your thoughts!
It’s titled: Salt to the Sea
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Bradley wakes at his usual time of four thirty, makes his coffee, adds going to the grocery store for some food to his laundry list of things to do and goes back out to fix the shutters. When he awoke, there was a notification from the dating app he used to meet Vanessa and sure enough, it was her asking if he’d like to get together again. His thumb hovered over the keyboard before he resolutely deleted the app.
It only causes trouble and he didn’t want to be known as the town’s player, especially the ballerina. He gathers his Bluetooth speaker and plays an old eighties playlist he made named after his dad. Hearing his favorite songs makes it feel like he’s with him.
He gets lost in his sanding until he feels alerted in his body that someone is behind him. He turns around and can’t believe his eyes but she’s there. The ballerina is on her bike wearing a pretty floral pink dress and reflective sunglasses. And she’s stopping her bike behind his Bronco, grabs something from her basket and steps off.
“Good morning,” she chirps, lifting her sunglasses up on her head.
Bradley gulps trying not to get lost in her eyes. They’re so big and blue.
“Morning,” he mumbles. He awkwardly sets his sander on the shutter.
“You’re the new guy in town, right?” she rests her hand on top of the thing in her hand. It’s something covered with a white towel.
“Yeah, I moved here at the beginning of the month. I’m Bradley.”
“Welcome to Doveport, Bradley,” she smiles and he swears his heart stops. “I brought you a blueberry pie, I hope you like blueberry?”
“Um, yeah, yeah I love blueberry. Um,” he goes to take the pie but then sees he still has his work gloves on. He removes them, wipes his hands on his jeans, then grabs the pie from her. Their pinkies brush in the slightest way. He wonders if she feels the electric spark like he does. “Thank you, that was nice of you.”
“You’re welcome. You’re cleaning up the place nicely,” she compliments, eying up the house. “I always thought hibiscus would look lovely against the pillars.”
Bradley curves his body towards the house and imagines the bright, colorful flowers in front of the porch. He remembers the varying oranges, pinks, yellows and purples of the hibiscus while he was in Hawaii.
“Yeah, they would actually,” he agrees. “They’d bring a nice Hawaiian tropic feel to the place.” He faces her again. “Um, I still have some fresh coffee inside. Would you like some?”
He’s choosing to ignore how many times he’s said ‘um’ while speaking with her and hopes she doesn’t notice.
She checks her watch on her left hand. It’s a dainty rose gold with a blush pink face, it winks at him in the light.
“I would but I don’t want to be late,” her tone is apologetic. When her big blue eyes meet his, he can see she truly is apologetic.
Then, he takes in her appearance. She’s wearing a pretty floral pink dress and a pair of nice white sandals. Her toes are painted pink and she has a few toe rings. Now, Bradley’s not saying he has a foot fetish, but he’s never seen cuter toes before.
“Where are you going, a wedding?”
“No,” she smiles. “Church. And I’m in with the babies this mornin’ but i wanted to properly welcome you to town on my way in.”
“Thank you. Apart from Walter and Shirley, this is the best welcome I’ve had.”
“Well, good. Would you like to accompany me? I attend the second service and that starts at 10:45.”
She stares up at him, dark blue eyes hopeful. He would love to accompany her anywhere in the world, but–
“Uhh, I’ve never really been to church before. Except for funerals.”
Too many funerals….
“Oh, that’s all right. The music is great and Pastor Wade always has funny puns. If you ever want to check it out, let me know.”
She heads back to her bike then Bradley remembers something.
“Hey, wait,” he takes a few steps towards her. “You didn’t tell me your name.”
A warm breeze lifts her hair, the sun shining gold in the auburn strands. It looks so soft and silky, Bradley won’t deny how he wants to see if it’s as soft as it looks.
“I’m Ophelia. Have a good Sunday, Bradley. Maybe I’ll see you later.”
She turns her bike around, climbs on, then pedals from his driveway onto the road. Bradley stares after her until she disappears around the trees. Her blueberry pie is still in his hand. The bottom of the pan is still warm.
“Ophelia,” he murmurs. He loves how her name sounds like a song.
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bookoholic-rosie · 10 months
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Emilia deserved better.
Rest In Peace Beautiful.
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rollerskateingtea · 6 months
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I need some one to read salt to the sea so I can talk to some one about it like it’s the kind of book you realize that rock bottom has a basement and I love it I read it multiple times
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beau-butterfly · 4 months
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Emilia, and her daughter Halinka together in a snowy forest. Enjoy the terrible picture quality; my hands were shaky. -Beau
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books to read if you're in search for something new (in no particular order):
Cardiff, by the Sea
And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks
A Deadly Education
I Burn Paris
If We Were Villains
The Secret History
Neuromancer
The Woman Who Turned Into A Vending Machine
Salt to the Sea
House of Leaves
The Anatomy of Evil
Good Omens
My Sister's Keeper
Death in Venice
Sing to the Dawn
The Accidental Malay
The Power of Geography
Dead Poets Society
I have not read some of these books, and am unaware of the trigger warnings (if any) so I urge to you to look them up before reading if you assumed that they would be here, thank you and happy reading!
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lizard-grove · 2 years
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“i absolutely hate this book,” i say, speaking about my favorite book
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todamarikoarchived · 5 months
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War is catastrophe. It breaks families in irretrievable pieces. But those who are gone are not necessarily lost.
— Ruta Sepetys (Clara Christensen), Salt to the Sea
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ya-book-quotes-est1999 · 11 months
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“Just when you think this war has taken everything you love, you meet someone and realize that somehow you still have more to give.”
- The Shoe Poet, Salt to the Sea
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semper-legens · 3 months
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189. Salt to the Sea, by Ruta Sepetys
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Owned: No, library Page count: 378 My summary: Emilia. Florian. Joana. Alfred. Four young people from different lands, all thrown together in the chaos of the Second World War. East Prussia is being evacuated. Desperate people are fleeing the country to the ships promised to take them far away. But disaster is lurking on the horizon. When it's every person for themselves, who will live and who will die? My rating: 3/5 My commentary:
I thought I'd never read this book before. And yet, when I got about 50 pages in, it started to seem familiar - strangely familiar. I've read a couple of Ruta Sepetys' books before, namely I Must Betray You and Out of the Easy, which I haven't covered here. The former I didn't like, the latter I actually enjoyed. This is one of her earlier works, though not the earliest - it's apparently something of a sequel to a book called Between Shades of Gray, which I'm 90% sure that I haven't read. To its credit, I don't think not having read the earlier book hampered my engagement with this one. But less charitably…I wasn't all too keen on this one, it has to be said. While it wasn't bad in and of itself, I found it to be sensationalist and simplistic, and overall didn't quite live up to my expectations.
This story is about the Wilhelm Gustoff, a ship that was meant to be evacuating refugees from East Prussia during World War Two, but was sunk by Russian torpedoes, killing roughly nine thousand of the ten thousand people aboard. The story follows four teenagers - pregnant Polish girl Emilia, Lithuanian nurse Joana, Prussian boy Florian, and Nazi recruit Alfred. More on them later. The story follows the refugees as they travel to the ship, and the trials they face along the way, then ends with the sinking of the Wilhelm Gustoff. There's a lot of promise here - the chaos towards the end of the Second World War, the point of view of civilians from Eastern Europe which isn't so often told, an eye on a historical tragedy which the average reader might not have heard about.
But everything here was just a little bit too simplistic. Alfred's parts of the story kept hammering in how cowardly and weaselly and pathetic he is, Emilia's chapters made her seem like a saint, Florian's angst and brooding over how he's totally gonna be killed if he gets found out really doesn't fit the crime he's committing, and Joana's past is ill-defined and her story focuses more on her relationship with Florian. It's obvious that Florian and Joana are going to be the survivors. Emilia is too innocent, and Alfred is too bad. Even factoring in the extended cast - blind Ingrid is the first to go, then rude giantess Eva, then the sympathetic Shoe Poet. The child survives, because he's an innocent in a much purer way than Emilia. It's basic storytelling, and once that who's-going-to-make-it tension is gone, there really isn't that much left in the narrative to write home about.
And the narrative style is just too overblown for me. Every chapter is screaming look I've got secrets am I not the most mysterious thing to you, to the point where it just gets annoying. And the secrets themselves aren't all that shocking. It doesn't take a genius to guess that Emilia is a fantasist and the child she's carrying was concieved after an assault, or that Alfred's apparent sweetheart Hannelore isn't actually his sweetheart, and that he turned her in to the Nazis. Florian's whole thing, that he's carrying a small part of the Amber Room in defiance of Nazi Gauleiter Erich Koch, isn't all that compelling either. I was assuming he was involved in some anti-Nazi action - while this is technically anti-Nazi, it's hardly lifesaving revolutionary work. Joana, meanwhile, the audience is expected to be familiar with, which means I couldn't get much of a read on her. It's so disappointing, this could have been really good, but I was just taken out of it at every turn.
Next, three brave girls escape captivity in Australia.
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iexist-in · 1 year
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Opening a random page in books and reading the first paragraph cause I'm bored part 3
Some at home did not appreciate my cleverness or abilities. They saw me a s a birdie with a troubled wing that should remain close to the nest. They didn't know the truth. I am quite confident that no one is aware of my ingenuity and objectives. I just might surprise them all, Hannelore. War is full of duty and decision. You know I have made that commitment. Yes, life can be only lonely for the truly exceptional, darling. So I build my own next and feather it with thoughts of you.
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Salt to the Sea
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galaxy-of-stories · 1 year
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So if y’all don’t know, I’m huge into history. Like- if I could do something with history that IS NOT teaching (Alabama doesn’t have a lot of museums or anything), I would have gotten a degree in it.
Ruta Sepetys. If you have never read her books, I implore you to read her books. They’re listed as YA but they’re more somber to me than anything. Granted, the characters are fictional but the events are based on ACTUAL accounts from survivors of the respective incidences.
Between Shades of Grey is about the Lithuanians who were sent to Siberian gulags under Stalin’s reign.
Salt to the Sea is about the journey of a group of Lithuanians, Germans, Poles, and other nationalities who fled from Germany/Prussia and sought refuge aboard the Wilhelm Gustloff and the ensuing tragedy of the ship.
That being said- as someone who has LOVED history since my first history class, I have never heard of the tragedy of the Wilhelm Gustloff. History always covers the Titanic and Lusitania but I’ve never heard the story of this ship, and if you’re interested, I’ll explain below.
Warning ⚠️: Discussion of the Nazi Regime, Josef Stalin, and a devastating shipwreck. I do not support ANYTHING Hitler/Nazis/Stalin did, and only discuss things in a historical light.
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The Wilhelm Gustloff was commissioned as a cruise ship under the “Strength for Joy” campaign that the Nazi regime cooked up in an effort to boost morale and all that lovely stuff- basically a sailing propaganda cruise to bring people to their side. It was even named after a not-so-great dude. Its first voyage was in 1938.
When things started to get serious in the war (more serious than what was already happening), the boat was stripped of cruise luxury and turned into a hospital ship, and then into a barracks for U-Boat trainees in 1940 and remained in port in Gotenhafen for 4 years.
By 1945, the Red Army was making huge advancements on the Germans and that’s around the time that Adolf Hitler decided to lock himself in a bunker. On and in the days before January 30, 1945 refugees from all over Germany, Latvia, Prussia, etc. fled from their homes and to the port in Gotenhafen seeking a chance for freedom and a new start.
Officially, per design, the ship was only supposed to carry 1,465 souls.
At the time of sinking, she was carrying 10,582 people. Most of those were comprised of refugees from different areas and countries.
TEN THOUSAND ON A SHIP DESIGNED FOR 1465.
That night, 3 torpedoes from a Russian submarine struck the ship.
In the bottom of the ship, housed in the empty swimming pool was 373 of the women’s naval auxiliary, and the swimming pool was struck first. Of those 373, only 3 women survived.
Thousands were trapped below decks, and in the initial stampede many lost their lives in the crowds. Only 9 of the lifeboats were operable, the rest were frozen on the ship and couldn’t be lowered so many did what those on the Titanic did and let fate decide.
It took less than an hour for the ship to sink.
Only 1,252 people were rescued.
1,252 of 10,582. Most of those were refugees- women, children, elderly. They only wanted escape from the terror that had become their homeland.
And the worst thing is- Nazi Germany never ACTUALLY acknowledged the loss of the ship. There was a VERY short investigation of the captain to deem if he was at fault, but Nazi Germany fell anyway and the rest is well… history.
They are the shipwreck that time has forgotten.
I could go on and on.
Josef Stalin was a cruel man who did similar things as Hitler with the Holocaust. If you were an enemy, or you were deemed a threat- he sent you to a gulag in Siberia. He even left his own SON in a POW camp, ignoring a trade offer to get him back as “He did this to himself.”
History is full of horrible people and horrible things, but I fear if we forget, we’re doomed to repeat.
Anyway. That is all.
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Emilia Stozek
I was just messing around with the whole digital art thing again so If anyone here loved Salt to the Sea as much as I did here’s Emilia for you!
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bookoholic-rosie · 10 months
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Guilt is a hunter.
Fate is a hunter.
Shame is a hunter.
Fear is a hunter.
- Salt to the Sea
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nat-reviews-books · 1 year
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Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys
I really liked this book, I loved that the different narrators had their own narrator for the audio book, and each did a great job of making their character shine. I could not put this book down long, I finished it in just over 24 hours (it's a 9ish hour audio book).
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