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I have finished reading Daughter of Smoke and Bone. It didn't have that thing where a book will move inside my brain and demand to be thought about long after it has been put away, but it did everything else right. Though it initially worried me in how lithe and beautiful the main character is depicted as being, and that she has this outwardly exotic, beautiful life (she's a student at an art school in Prague), and that her big problem at that moment is that... her life is missing meaning. The worldbuild has gotten to me more than the characters.


I wonder if what bugs me about romance in novels is that whenever the couple are driven apart, it's because of uncertainty about whether one of them should be with the other, and I have no patience for it.

Also, I want horns. Not permanently, but I have an inner aesthetic in which I want to have animal ears or a tail or a something, to be someone who couldn't possibly exist.