" I have a theory. Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. I’ve had a lot of time to compare love and hate, and these are my observations.
The hating game, Sally Thorne
“When I was born, the name for what I was did not exist.”
Circe, Madeline Miller
“Let me begin again.”
On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong
“He began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air.”
The Maze Runner
“It snowed the day they killed the boy’s parents.”
The Fever Code
He collapsed right in the middle of a packed courtroom
The monk who sold his Ferrari
“The fourth cocktail had seemed like a good idea.”
Every summer after, Carley Fortune
“Marianne answers the door when Connell rings the bell.”
Normal people, Sally Rooney
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“I was ten years old the first time I realized I was strange.”
House of Hollow, Krystal Sutherland
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“I’ll be your date to the wedding.”
The Spanish love deception, Elena Armas
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“Oh dear,” Linus Baker said, wiping the sweat from his brow.
The House In The Cerulean Sea - Tj Klune
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On the hilltop above the harbour stands the huge square building that used to be the barracks for the Turkish army, but is now Hell’s home on earth.
The Case of the Cryptic Crinoline. An Enola Holmes Mystery - Nancy Springer
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Fixed some tags
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The eleventh apartment had only one closet, but it did have a sliding glass door that opened onto a small balcony, from which he could see a man sitting across the way, outdoors in only a T-shirt and shorts even though it was October, smoking.
A little life
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“Excuses! Excuses! You give the same ones every week!”
Go the Distance
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En esto veo, Melibea, la grandeza de Dios.
La Tragicomedia de Calisto y Melibea or La Celestina by Fernando de Rojas
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Like all members of the German aristocracy, Princess Sophia Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz was in possession of a great many names.
Queen Charlotte
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Well, let’s start with Elizabeth, shall we? And see where that gets us?
The Thursday Murder Club
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One hot spring evening, just as the sun was going down, two men appeared at Patriarch’s Ponds.
The Master and Margarita
The idea of eternal return is a mysterious one, and Nietzsche has often perplexed other philosophers with it: to think that everything recurs as we once experienced it, and that the recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum! What does this mad myth signify?
The Unbearable Lightness of Being