Because...Beacause it's so good, and there's only one chance to read a book for the first time, and I want it to last. That experience. I'd finish it in a day otherwise, and that'd be like...like eating a carton of ice cream in one sitting. Too much richness over too quickly. This way, I can draw it out. Make the book last longer. Savor it. I have to since they don't come out that often.
Richelle MeadSurely I must be a princess in an enchanted sleep. Any day now, this dream-no, nightmare would end, and Iโd get my prince and happy ending.
Richelle MeadLissa knelt down, compassion on her face. I wasn't surprised, since she'd always had a thing for animals. She'd lectured me for days after I'd instigated the infamous hamster-and-hermit-crab fight. I'd viewed the fight as a testing of worthy opponents. She'd seen it as animal cruelty.
Richelle MeadJill was tall and slim, like most Moroi. With that figure came a modest chest. Angeline's chest...was not so modest.
Richelle MeadIf I was drunk, I wouldnโt be here at all. And really, this is pretty good for four White Russians.โ โWhite what?โ I almost sat down but was afraid the chair might dematerialize beneath me. โItโs a drink,โ he said. โYouโd think I wouldnโt be into something named thatโyou know, considering my own personal experience with Russians. But theyโre surprisingly delicious. The drinks, not real Russians.
Richelle MeadShe probably gave up and started playing Minesweeper." [...] We reached the cafe and found Sydney bent over her laptop, with a barely eaten Danish and what was probably her fourth cup of coffee. We slid into seats beside her. "How's itโhey! You ARE playing Minesweeper!
Richelle MeadYour boyfriend and Micah will both be speechless." I unfastened my seatbelt. "That's the third time I've heard 'your boyfriend.' What's going on about that? Why won't anyone say Brayden's name?" Neither of them answered right away. Finally, Jill said sheepishly, "Because none of us can remember it." "Oh, come on! I'd expect that from Adrian but not you guys. It's not that weird of a name." "No," admitted Eddie. "But there's just something so...I don't know. Unmemorable about him. I'm glad he makes you happy, but I just start to tune out whenever he talks.
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