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Slightly incoherent musings: The lunar chronicles by Marissa Meyer

The lunar chronicles follow Cinder a lunar cyborg and her friends as they try to save the world.

That's it for now ;) (1)


Hardcover, 1st, 452 pages

Published February 5th, 2013 by Feiwel & Friends

Cinder, the cyborg mechanic, returns in the second thrilling installment of the bestselling Lunar Chronicles. She’s trying to break out of prison—even though if she succeeds, she’ll be the Commonwealth’s most wanted fugitive.

Halfway around the world, Scarlet Benoit’s grandmother is missing. When Scarlet encounters Wolf, a street fighter who may have information as to her grandmother’s whereabouts, she is loath to trust this stranger, but is inexplicably drawn to him, and he to her. As Scarlet and Wolf unravel one mystery, they encounter another when they meet Cinder. Now, all of them must stay one step ahead of the vicious Lunar Queen Levana, who will do anything for the handsome Prince Kai to become her husband, her king, her prisoner.

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#Spreadsmiles tag in which I share a poem (that may suck)


It is dark, the kind of dark that is intimidating
and they all fumble and stumble, lost
Their eyes open wide but they still can’t see
Not past the darkness that is thick and smothering
Then comes the light which slices through the darkness
Lighting up the room spreading positive energy.

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Review// Everything, everything by Nicola Yoon is everything I needed


Author: Nicola Yoon

Published: Published September 1st 2015 by Delacorte Books for Young Readers

Number of pages: Hardcover, 306 pages

My rating: 🌟 🌟 🌟 (3.3)

My disease is as rare as it is famous. Basically, I’m allergic to the world. I don’t leave my house, have not left my house in seventeen years. The only people I ever see are my mom and my nurse, Carla.

But then one day, a moving truck arrives next door. I look out my window, and I see him. He’s tall, lean and wearing all black—black T-shirt, black jeans, black sneakers, and a black knit cap that covers his hair completely. He catches me looking and stares at me. I stare right back. His name is Olly.

Maybe we can’t predict the future, but we can predict some things. For example, I am certainly going to fall in love with Olly. It’s almost certainly going to be a disaster.

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