Unravel Me
Tahereh Mafi, 2013
Φαντασίας Επιστημονική φαντασίαΡομαντικάΝεανικά
Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα, φόβος και ελπίδα. Μιλά για την εξουσία και την ταυτότητα.
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I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend. The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body.I want to know where to touch you, I want to know how to touch you. I want to know convince you to design a smile just for me. Yes, I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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- Πώς είναι το «Unravel Me»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα, φόβος και ελπίδα. Μιλά για την εξουσία και την ταυτότητα.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Unravel Me»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Unravel Me», δοκίμασε «Clockwork Angel» (Cassandra Clare), «Midnight Sun» (Stephenie Meyer) και «Fifty Shades Darker» (E.L. James).
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What it means when a shattered face doesn't bleed.
It connected with a sickening sound. Miranda reeled back—and then straightened. Tessa shrieked and dropped the globe, staring—the whole left side of Miranda’s face was crushed in, like a paper mask that had been smashed flat on one side. Her cheekbone was flattened, her lip mashed against her teeth. But there was no blood, no blood at all.
Clockwork Angel · Cassandra Clare
The old story that turns a lover into a god of the underworld.
For just a second, I saw Persephone, pomegranate in hand. Dooming herself to the underworld. Is that who I was? Hades himself, coveting springtime, stealing it, condemning it to endless night.
Midnight Sun · Stephenie Meyer
Some attractions come with the warning already built in.
Christian nods as he turns and leads me through the double doors into the grandiose foyer. I revel in the feel of his hand and his long, skilled fingers curled around mine. The familiar pull is there—I’m drawn, Icarus to his sun. I’ve been burned already, and yet here I am again.
Fifty Shades Darker · E.L. James
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