I am an emphatically moody reader these days, guys. I know it can drive my close associates out of their minds (and rightly so), because handing me a book to read can
If I'm feeling spiteful . . . Cruel Beauty, because he is never safe with her.
If I'm feeling nostalgic . . . Life Without Friends, because it has always meant so much.
If I'm feeling fragmented . . . Unsticky, because Grace & Vaughn are blisteringly flawed and beautiful.
If I'm feeling rakish . . . The Devil in Winter, because she grabs hold of her life and he falls in love with his wife.
If I'm feeling solitary . . . Emotional Geology, because Scotland. Also healing and Rose and Calum.
If I'm feeling cunning . . . The King of Attolia, because he became king because he wanted to marry her and she loves every single one of his ridiculous lies.
If I'm feeling haunted . . . A Certain Slant of Light, because it is arrestingly beautiful.
If I'm feeling lost . . . The Chocolate Touch, because Paris is a good place to fight your demons.
If I'm feeling fierce. . . Graceling, because Katsa is so incredibly strong. And because Po.
If I'm feeling tragic . . . The Song of Achilles, because it is exquisite agony and it left my cup full to the brim.
If I'm feeling whimsical . . . I've Got Your Number, because it is ineffably charming.
If I'm feeling star-crossed . . . Perfect Chemistry, because it's wrong side of the tracks, rising music, teenage angst.
If I'm feeling epic . . . The Well of Shades, because it is spies and constant peril, redemption and true love.
If I'm feeling ardent . . . The Raven Boys, because my happiness is inextricably tied to them. That's all there is.
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