the raven cycle is dope as hell because pull out any spoiler and it sounds like pure bullshit until you get to that part when you’re reading and it fits seamlessly into the narrative
books read in 2020 →the dream thieves, by maggie stiefvater (2013)
“You don’t have to do this,“ Ronan said. “There isn’t anything else, man.” “There’s reality.” Kavinsky laughed the word. “Reality! Reality’s what other people dream for you.” “Reality’s where other people are,” Ronan replied. He stretched out his arms. “What’s here, K? Nothing! No one!” “Just us.”
i would like to see ronan and blue play tennis please. both have anger issues but in different ways and they would totally shit talk nonstop. so entertaining. adam and gansey dress up as cheerleaders.
“Ronan says “I Love You” before Adam does. Adam has a hard time saying it back, to his surprise. With a past like his, will he ever be able to?‘
“And yet, when Ronan uttered the words to him as they laid in the open field at the Barns, surrounded by the silent dream cattle, watching the fireflies brewing their magic in the long grass like a universe of tiny suns, Adam could only stare up. Ronan wasn’t looking at him. And yet, Adam could feel Ronan’s eyes on him all the same. His gnashing teeth, his rough hands that ran with surprising tenderness down Adam’s body, his knife-sharp eyes, his quirking, unrelenting smile. Adam felt Ronan all at once because Ronan didn’t know how to exist except all at once. He was everything all the time. And that was one of the many reasons Adam loved him back. And still, he could not say the words back.”
She felt one thousand years old. She also felt like maybe she was a condescending brat. She wanted her bike. She wanted her friends, who were also one-thousand-year-old condescending brats. She wanted to live in a world where she was surrounded by one-thousand-year-old condescending brats. [cr]
Ronan held out his hand; Adam took it. Ronan hauled him up, his mind all palm against palm, thumb crossed over thumb, fingers pressed into wrist bone – and then Adam was facing him and he released his hand. The ocean burned.
Sometimes, Blue would creep outside for an infinitesimal break, and as she lay her head back against the brick wall of the alley behind the restaurant, she’d dream idly about careers studying tree rings. Swimming with manta rays. Scouring Costa Rica to find out more about the scale-crested pygmy tyrant.
⇀ M a y b e it was good that the world forgot every lesson, every good and bad memory, every triumph and failure, all of it dying with each generation. Perhaps this cultural amnesia spared them all. Perhaps if they remembered everything, hope would die instead.
