Zoom classes day!
It’s getting harder and harder to keep an eye on Zoom’s classes, especially when I have Six of Crows to read :)
In the afternoon I will advance the study of electromagnetism and start reading “Mooncakes” for Halloween!
can anyone recommend me adult fiction that isn’t boring as shit like why are my only options murder mysteries and misogyny
37/100 days of productivity
spent today reviewing little women for my final assignment which is due tomorrow! i absolutely adore this story and the readings i’ve been doing on LMA are so fascinating!
i hope you’re enjoying what you’re studying today ✧･ﾟ
28.October.2020 - MY BOOKSHELVES ARE A TABLEAU
I started reorganizing my bookshelf. There wasn’t much time left to do it, but I created a space for my favorite/ beautiful covers of Sci-fi books. What do you think?
I really like how it looks and how it changes with the time. It’s a special kind of tableau, I think. It changes with my taste and personality. I don’t really have a system to organize my books. Normally it’s all about wherever it fits and where it looks good. But for my favorite books I sometimes make a little exemption ;)
Title: Called(Gem Creek Bears #4)
Author: Jennifer Snyder
Pages:127
Rating:⭐⭐⭐(3/5)
Synopsis:
Sometimes magic is all you need.
Tris Abbott thought she was finally in the clear now that Ezra and his pack are no longer a threat. She was wrong. Now the threat is something internal—something even being a bear shifter can’t save her from.
Plagued by a strange sickness, Tris must leave Gem Creek in search of answers.
What she finds is the source of every shifter’s troubles, magic unlike anything she’s ever felt, and a decision only she can make.
First And Last Sentence: Here
This was what I had been born for. I would never let anyone separate me from it again
-Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo
High trees rustled away over the house. White shoulders in a silver gown, eyes moist and bright, with a sideways quirk, and a little strand of hair that trailed her flushed cheek when she moved her head—something breathless descended from the high emptiness of the night, from the Mona Lisa smile of the candles. The old woman brought in a tray of glasses. I drank a cocktail, then another, seeing Sharon’s impish eyes over the rim of the glass, and feeling the light touch of her fingers when I took her glass to set it down.
A warm laziness stole over the divan, whose velvet under the fingers felt oddly like the brush of the girl’s hand. We drank a third cocktail, and both of us laughed—
— John Dickson Carr, It Walks By Night (1930)
A snugness and intimacy drooped down into the room. Candles and flowers, a scented wind from the garden rustling, the blue of the furniture, and Sharon’s faint masklike smile under the wings of dark-gold hair—
— John Dickson Carr, It Walks By Night (1930)
Adrenaline fired in my veins, intensifying my senses.
It’s time to trade.
-Hunting Fiends For The Ill-Equipped, Annette Marie
