It has been a VERY long time since I‘ve been so excited to get a book.

Using Bookly more avidly to track what I‘ve read this year has helped to get me back into reading at a similar pace to how I used to read, when I was about 12-15 and less reliant on the internet for most of my social interactions.

Of course, living with both my fiancée and our partner helps immensely—both with being able to read, and cutting back on internet usage in general—since I can be around them in person, now, but #bookly is damn nice.

I‘m eight pages in and I already love both this book, not to mention Lada herself. Thank you, Kiersten White, for my vicious lady protagonist rights.

It‘s a rare day when I gender a book, but—

SHE‘S HERE.

My fiancée went out in the rain and the wet to pick up Darkdawn for me, and I can‘t wait to drop everything and consume it immediately.

Rereading this book after several years is like being punched in the face, repeatedly, but in a good way.

I love this series with my whole-ass heart, honestly.

While I don‘t own *all* of V.E. Schwab‘s books, I do own a damn good amount of them (some of which were even signed in person) and today—while my brain feels like it‘s trying to 1v1 itself in the middle of an infernal pit—they‘re exactly what I need.

I‘m currently reading The Near Witch (for the first time) and after I‘m through, I‘ll either start on This Savage Song or a reread of Vicious, I think.

I‘m in the mood for vicious, beautiful things.

I‘ve been reading a lot lately (even if I haven‘t posted much) and this is one of the few books that I feel the need to mention.

I just finished this novel in one sitting, and it was—quite frankly—fantastic. The way it unraveled was unusual and kept me hooked, and I was both surprised and delighted when one of the main characters turned out to be a lesbian.

Definitely recommended, especially if you‘re sick of tragic queer endings.

So, I love Sal, Sal being the very aggressively (and refreshingly) genderfluid main character of this murder-filled duology.

Anyway. I love Sal.

I would go into a burning building for Sal.

I would kill for Sal.

I would rip my still-beating heart out of my own damn chest for Sal.

Have I mentioned I love Sal? I‘m not kidding—I *love* Sal, and very much need to get my hands on the second book.

(A little more in the comments.)

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Time for something new! God, I love libraries.

It‘s been over six months (or seven, technically) since I read ‘Jane, Unlimited‘, and I‘m still thinking about this goddamn book.

Holy shit. Sawkill Girls is really, really fucking good.

And fortunately, this doesn‘t spoil really anything at all.

Finished ‘We Set the Dark on Fire‘ just a minute ago, and while it was good, it‘s time for a chance of pace and genre.

I think ‘Sawkill Girls‘ should do nicely.

Ohhhh man, this is already really good.

Sick as hell (probably [and unfortunately] because of a kid who was hacking their lungs out at the library, the other day) which means it‘s time to read some queer fantasy. ✨

Thank you, Jay Kristoff, for my entire life? By which I mean, the scene prior to these few lines.

I am completely delighted by this turn of events, even though I‘m sure everyone will end up dying horribly in the end.

The middle of the night is, of course and always, the best time of the day to start reading about assassins and gods and horrible, monstrous things.

In other news, immediately after reading the last pages of Nevernight (which I‘ll almost definitely write a review for, within the next day or so), I took my newfound library privileges and used them to find the closest in-system branch with Godsgrave available, and borrowed it immediately.

Accomplished the beautiful feat of getting a library card and immediately checking out a decent amount of books. Fifteen, to be exact.

Still need to finish Nevernight, of course, but I‘m suddenly suspecting I‘ll be much more able to finish my goal of reading 200 (or 250, ideally) books this year.

Mia is genuinely one of my favorite protagonists out of ANYTHING I‘ve read this year, which says a hell of a lot, considering how many fantastic books I‘ve read this year.

God, I love her.

This is the slowest I‘ve read a book in a very long time—years, probably—which isn‘t usually at all indicative of how much or little I‘m enjoying what I‘m reading, but....

Nevernight is damn dense, which makes for slow going to begin with, and I want to absorb every little bit of text because it‘s *absurdly* good.

I always love it when YA books have solid relationship advice. And in this case, I love it all the more, because this feels like a direct subversion of a lot of soulmate-related tropes (or even just romance tropes, honestly) that drive me completely batshit.

(I always appreciate it when fiction takes the time to deconstruct things like this, but don‘t seem to run into it too often. Alas.)

Sometime soon I‘ll have to re-read this novel, if only to take pictures of some of my favorite and most interesting parts of it.

God, it‘s one of the strangest books I‘ve ever read—not to mention it makes one hell of an impression while you‘re reading—and I‘ve read a LOT of books. Once I‘ve gone through most (or all) of my TBR pile, I might go back for that re-read.

I‘ve had this novel for the past three years, and it‘s managed to languish in my to-be-read stack from hell for the entirety of them.

After hearing good things about Nevernight, however, and realizing Jay Kristoff is one of the authors of both the Illuminae Files and the Aurora Cycle, it was bumped far up my TBR list, and as of today, my books are finally unpacked.

I grabbed it immediately, obviously, and have plans to start it sometime tonight.

I‘ve gotten around to reading Aurora Rising and I‘m already in love, honestly.

Yesterday‘s book splurge, ft. Vivi, my (very precious) new plant, a hotel room‘s small table, and the tiniest portion of the pseudo-curtains hung by the sides of the window, which are not actually functional in the slightest.

Now I should get back to reading Wilder Girls, because I‘m genuinely enthralled with this goddamn book.

First off, I appreciate the fact that Litsy‘s photo editor has enough tools that I can take a terribly lit photo of the title page and turn it from a disaster into something like this.

Secondly, yesterday was one hell of an adventure, and included my very first visit to Powell‘s, here in Portland.

And third—I‘ve been so fucking hyped for this book for months, and it‘s finally time to devour the entire damn thing.

A comfortable room (not pictured), good headphones (also not pictured), good music (physically cannot be pictured), and a fascinating book.

After so many days of driving, it‘s nice to be able to decompress.

Wicked Saints has exactly the kind of character for a (potential? hopeful?) LI that I always enjoy, which is a euphemistic way to say that he‘s been through a hell of a lot, and should really see a therapist.

Yesterday‘s reads on the road.

While I haven‘t finished Obsidio (due to the fact that it was getting dark when I started reading it, and my current booklight is far from the best) I finished Gemina from front to back in the span of about four hours, genuinely enjoying every minute of it.

(↓ More in comments! Potential mild spoilers for Illuminae. ↓)

Bookstores are dangerous places, particularly on incredibly long road trips.

Muse of Nightmares was one hell of a ride, in the absolute best way possible.

I cried at least twice, which is much more than the usual count of 0, in both the happy and sad sorts of ways.

This is honestly near the very top of my favorite-books-of-all-time list, probably within my top 3-5, which is not praise I give lightly. I‘d go into details about why, but then I‘d have to use the spoiler tag.

(And there‘s a character limit.)

There are honestly so many lovely bits of prose in this book that it‘s almost impossible to choose which ones to immortalize in graphical form.

This bit, however, was an easy choice.

Officially started the move across the country and the five-day-long drive it entails, and this is first book of several on my to-be-devoured list.

Is it going to fuck me up? Probably!

Am I looking forward to reading it anyway? Definitely.

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I‘ll also be updating more often for at least the next week, since the hectic end of packing has passed.

Almost 350 pages into Spinning Silver and I‘m very in love with this book. It has a different kind of magic to it than Uprooted, but I‘m enjoying it very much.

Will it beat Uprooted in my list of favorites? I don‘t know, at least not yet. There‘s still quite a bit of the story to pan out, but after accidentally peeking at the last page when I was looking for the “about the author” sort of blurb (whoops) I know it‘s certain to be interesting.