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S.’s 2024 Year in Books
Take a look at S.’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
S. Venugopal’s Followers (24)
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Elisabeth the Musical, and the infinite shades and shadows of suicide
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"This is a sharp time, now, a precise time - we live no longer in the dusky afternoon when evil mixed itself with good and befuddled the world. Now, by God's grace, the shining sun is up, and them that fear not light will surely praise it." This is no ...more |
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“The forest was demonically divine at that hour, a bone-white painting on midnight blue paper. I knew I was just the shadowed body an artist leaves on the margins, meant to stand there until the end of time for something outside this universe to watch, so it could shudder at my isolation, my insignificance, and admire the chilling vastness of the world I wanted to leave.”
― Body Traitor's History
― Body Traitor's History
“He no longer squints in abject confusion at the name of an exercise on his training sheet and does not look at the weighted bar I give him as though waiting for it to issue his marching orders. His body flows from one stance to the next instead of battering the mat or squeaking across the floor. He does not conclude an abdominal exercise and then remark that his neck feels overused.”
― Body Traitor's History
― Body Traitor's History
“The royal poison taster tumbled to the floor, retching. Soldiers burst into the kitchen with their swords drawn and shouted at us to stop cooking until the cause was discovered.
The assassins? Three courtiers’ wives who had baked a giant pineapple cake with mustard oil instead of melted butter.”
― Body Traitor's History
The assassins? Three courtiers’ wives who had baked a giant pineapple cake with mustard oil instead of melted butter.”
― Body Traitor's History
“I am alone and the road is very dark. I stumble on, I know not how nor care, for the way seems leading nowhere, and there is no light to guide. But at last the morning comes, and I find that I have grown into myself.”
― Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow
― Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow
“What would you do if you were me? Tell me. Please tell me!
But you're far from this. Your fingers turn the strangeness of these pages that somehow connect my life to yours. Your eyes are safe. The story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. For me, it's here. It's now. I have to go through with this, considering the cost at every turn. Nothing will be the same.”
― I Am the Messenger
But you're far from this. Your fingers turn the strangeness of these pages that somehow connect my life to yours. Your eyes are safe. The story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. For me, it's here. It's now. I have to go through with this, considering the cost at every turn. Nothing will be the same.”
― I Am the Messenger
“If that made him heavy company sometimes, so be it. Who decreed that life was to be one long rowdy masquerade (punctuated with those little pets of melancholy indulged by a crowd who made a religion of their feelings)?”
― Shylock Is My Name
― Shylock Is My Name
