The Last Letter
Rebecca Yarros, 2019
Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα και τρυφερότητα. Μιλά για την αγάπη και τον θάνατο.
Μια σελίδα από το βιβλίο
I would do anything for you.” His eyes locked onto mine in the dashboard lights, intense and a little hurt. “What is it going to take for you to believe me? To trust me? You want my background checked? Do it. You want my credit score? Awesome. My bank account? I’ll add you on. You have my word, my body, my time, and I’m standing here offering my last name. What else can I give you? Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
Περισσότερα βιβλία — Rebecca Yarros
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «The Last Letter»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα και τρυφερότητα. Μιλά για την αγάπη και τον θάνατο.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «The Last Letter»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «The Last Letter», δοκίμασε «Dear John» (Nicholas Sparks), «Ugly Love» (Colleen Hoover) και «From Blood and Ash» (Jennifer L. Armentrout).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
Κάποιες ιστορίες αγάπης χτίζονται κυρίως στον χρόνο που περνά χωριστά το ζευγάρι.
I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart. Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can’t believe that ours didn’t go on forever.
Dear John · Nicholas Sparks
What love costs when you stop pretending it is beautiful.
Ugly love becomes you. Consumes you. Makes you hate it all. Makes you realize that all the beautiful parts aren’t even worth it. Without the beautiful, you’ll never risk feeling the ugly. So you give it all up. You give it all up. You never want love again, no matter what kind it is, because no type of love will ever be worth living through the ugly love again.
Ugly Love · Colleen Hoover
When someone refuses the title you were given, what are they seeing?
I’m the Maiden, Hawke,” I reminded him – or myself, I wasn’t sure. “And I don’t care.” My eyes flew open in shock. “I can’t believe you just said that.” “I did. And I’ll say it again. I don’t care what you are.” Hawke’s hand slid off my back. A moment later, I felt his palm flatten against my cheek with unerring accuracy. “I care about who you are.
From Blood and Ash · Jennifer L. Armentrout
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