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Somebody HAS to let me tell them about how Noah Calhoun and Jay Gatsby are the same but different and how The Notebook and The Great Gatsby are the same but different
I keep thinking about how in The Dreamers trilogy, every character insists in calling Declan boring, I don't find him boring just a bit basic at the beginning, but after the chapters in his pov, I can related to him, and all his insecurities and feelings.
There's something so special about the first book of some teen series. The Darkest Minds? It was a found family road trip before the shit hit the fan. One of the most comfortable things I'd ever read as a 14 year old. The Raven Boys? Youthful shenanigans with a side of magical ulterior motives. The Thief? A Good Girls Guide to Murder? Cinder? Percy Jackson? By the time you get to the end of almost any series you're so far in that you forget they were ever kids and that it was ever okay and that anything was ever unimportant. But the magical thing about the first book is that for just a brief moment nothing is deep and very little is complicated and everything hurts less than it will in the future.
I always believe that Enjolras knew that he’ll die on the barricade.He knew that he’s going to sacrifice for his faith.however, he also believes that eventually Paris will wake up,the people of France will wake up.
In the light of stories repeating themselves over time Paul Atreides is one of the most Hamlet coded characters I've ever seen. Going from a boy with his world falling around his ears, left with a father shaped hole in his heart and a cacophony of voices telling him how to fix it, to a boy trying to figure out how to be a man all on his own. A boy driven by vengeance, who wants to be gentle but for the life of him cannot see a way he can be, and still live up to the crushing expectations around him.
Cannot stop thinking about Combeferre's speech about how the men with families depending on them don't get to sacrifice themselves on the barricade.
"Ah, you want to get yourselves killed, and as I stand here talking to you, I do too. But I don't want to sense around me the spectres of women wringing their hands. Die, that's fine, but don't cause others to die....What can I say to you? There is a market for human flesh, and it's not with your ghostly hands fluttering around them that you'll keep them from becoming part of it."