Cress
Marissa Meyer, 2014
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Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα και θαυμασμός. Μιλά για την ελευθερία.
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As a child, Cress had hidden from the moon during those achingly long hours. Sometimes she would escape to the small washroom and distract herself by twisting elaborate braids into her hair. Or she would scramble beneath her desk and sing lullabies until she fell asleep. Or she would dream up a mother and a father, and imagine how they would play make-believe with her and read her adventure stories and brush her hair lovingly off her brow, until finally—finally—the moon would sink again behind the protective Earth, and she was safe. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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- Πώς είναι το «Cress»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα και θαυμασμός. Μιλά για την ελευθερία.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Cress»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Cress», δοκίμασε «The Knight and the Moth» (Rachel Gillig), «Good Omens» (Terry Pratchett) και «The Elite» (Kiera Cass).
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The perils of teaching a gargoyle a human figure of speech.
I confess horses are not the intelligent beasts I imagined them to be. Though I don’t think that merits the abuse they suffer postmortem.” That one took me a moment. “No one actually beats dead horses, gargoyle. It’s an expression.” “Really? How morbid.
The Knight and the Moth · Rachel Gillig
A demon's professional failing is liking the people he's meant to ruin.
He rather liked people. It was a major failing in a demon. Oh, he did his best to make their short lives miserable, because that was his job, but nothing he could think up was half as bad as the stuff they thought up themselves. They seemed to have a talent for it. It was built into the design, somehow. They were born into a world that was against them in a thousand little ways, and then devoted most of their energies to making it worse.
Good Omens · Terry Pratchett
What it feels like when someone doesn't just want you—they orbit you.
It wasn’t like I made his world better. It was like I was his world. It wasn’t some explosion; it wasn’t fireworks. It was a fire, burning slowly from the inside out.
The Elite · Kiera Cass
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