2010.

Täitsa tore raamat oli. Mitte just lemmikuim, aga suht mõnus stiil ja tore tekst. Päris palju naljakaid kohti oli, aga, kuna ma olen väike tola, siis ma ei mäleta enam, mis lehekülgedel need olid.

Blake'i erioskus oli teeselda huvi, samal ajal kui ta mõte ringi rändas. Kui ta oli Andie-vanune, veetis ta aega mõttes jalgpalli mängides. Kolmeteistkümneselt hakkas ta kujutlema koori naisliikmeid alasti, kuni tolle jubeda päevani, mil ta kogemata mõttes õpetaja 90kilose naise lahti riietas ning tõotas sellest harjumusest eluks ajaks loobuda.
(Lk. 63)

DANG, kui palju aega see mult röövis. -.- Iseenesest kindlasti huvitav raamat, aga see kohustuslikkus röövis kogu lõbu.

Täitsa tore tundus! (: Kuigi ma teadsin juba algusest peale, kes Septimus on! Ja nende pikad juhtmed väga-väga häirisid mind. Aga ma juba mõtlen, et huvitav, mis edasi saab, kui nad nüüd sellest DD-st lahti said.. /: Ühesõnaga tundub see päääris põnev asjandus olevat.
Ja mulle ikka meeldib see autogramm.

Täiesti lõpp, kuidas ma Everit endaga võrrelda sain vahepeal. Täpselt samas meeleolus, mis mina ja üleüldse. Raamat ise oli muidugi hea, aga lihtsalt masendav, kui valesti kõik võib minna. Isegi siis, kui tundub, et kõik läheb juba hästi... Kurb.

"So, anything you want to tell us?" They stand before me, legs spread wide, hands on hips, eyes hidden between mirrored lenses, taking me in.
I glance between the nurse, Jude, and the cops, knowing this is it. This is what it's come to. And despite all the trouble I'm in, all I can think is: Who will I pick for my one phone call?
(Lk. 46)

"No worries." He struggles to kick the blanket over his feet but doesn't quite make it. "No need to explain, no need to - worry. It's just you everyday, garden-variety guy thing. You know, the kind of primal competition that takes place whenever there's one absolutely amazing girl and two guys who desperately want her. And since only one of us can win - excuse me - since one of us has won - I'll just wander back to my cave, bang my club against the wall a few times, and lick my wounds where no one can see."
(Lk. 57-58)

Mulle meeldis, for real. See oli kuidagi nii armas ja mõnus lugeda. Lihtne lugemine ja samas hoidis kogu aeg põnevil, et mis nüüd ometi juhtub?!! Tahan juba järgmist osa näha. (:

"Maybe she's nor in mourning any more," I said, after we got out of earshot.
Olivia opened the door for me. "Maybe she's the only one who ever was."
(Lk. 35)

I rolled my eyes again. "All of a sudden you want a boyfriend?"
Olivia didn't look up from the photos, but I got the idea she was paying a lot of attention to my response. "You don't?"
I mumbled, "When the right guy comes along, I guess."
"How will you know if you don't look?"
"As if you have ever had the guts to talk to a guy. Other than your James Dean poster."
(Lk. 36-37)

He whispered, "Did you tell that man you went potty on yourself?"
"You. Shut. Up," I hissed back furiously and chucked the scrubs at his head. "Hurry up before they find out I didn't wet myself. You seriously owe me."
(Lk. 79)

"What else are you thinking?"
"That it's very sweet of you. That I hope you know how to cook eggs." But her eyes lifted from the skillet to my mouth, just for a second, and I knew she wasn't only thinking about eggs.
(Lk. 96-97)

I watched him pull out of the car park, already feeling the length f the school day stretching before me.
A notebook smacked my arm. "Who was that?!"
I turned to Rachel and tried to think of something that was easier than the truth. "My ride?"
(Lk. 112)

Mulle TÄIEGA meeldis see lihtsalt. Pidevalt käis kõhust jõnksatus läbi ja nagu.. ülihea lihtsalt! Ma ei tea, kuidagi eriti meeldis. Just saying. See oli kõik nii lahedalt müstiline ja selline.. dark. Kuigi samas on veits harjumatu see lõpp veel..

"Well, there is this guy here," Luce whispered into the phone.
"I knew it!" Callie squealed. "Name."
Daniel. Daniel. Luce cleared her throat. "Cam."
(Lk. 103)

She wished Cam would stop looking at her. She wished something would happen to divert his attention. She wished-
Daniel Grigori would walk in.
And then he did.
(Lk. 105-106)

Coach Diante cleared her throat. "Maybe you didn't catch that this is a race... and you're already losing."
This was the most pathetic and ridiculous "race" that Luce had ever seen. but it didn't stop her competitive edge from coming out.
"And... you're still losing," Coach said, chewing on her whistle.
"Not for long," Luce said.
(Lk. 131)

Ma lugesin praegu ainult kohustuslikud viis novelli ära, aga võib-olla loen ma veel, eks näis. (:

Mulle täiega meeldis see stiil. Ja see oli nii lahedalt erinev, et see raamat rääkis kokku mingi kümnest või enamast aastast, smas kui teised raamatud keskenduvad poole vähesemale ajale. Nii et mulle meeldis. Ja kuigi minu arust oli ütlemata ebaaus, et Shigerul nii halvasti läks, olen ma õnnelik, et ta lõpuks Naomi ja Tomasu leidis. (: Ma ei jõua ära oodata, et edasi lugeda!

"Nad nimetavad sind põllumeheks. Kas sa ei saaks säilitada mingitki eneseväärikust, mingitki uhkust selle üle, kes sa oled?"
Shigeru naeratas avalat naeratust, mis oli saamas talle iseloomulikuks.
""Põllumees". See on hea nimi. Just see ma olengi - ma ei leia, et seda peaks häbenema."
(Lk. 387)

Emand oli ette heitnud, et ta näeb temas ainult naist, mitte aga valitsejat, ning ta ei soovinud seda viga korrata. Kui naine ikkagi tuleb muidugi... Ja üldse ei tahtnud ta end enam ühegi naisega siduda, peljates valu ja pettumust, mida kirg endaga kaasa tõi - ainult need tema juuksed!
(Lk. 408)

"Hagi kalurid tõid mu kohale. Nad tulevad mulle nelja päeva pärast järele."
"Neli päeva!" Naomi nägu lõi veel rohkem särama. "See on igavik!"
(Lk. 433)

I want to walk, but that's out, so I negotiate my way into a wheelchair. I feel fain, really. Except for my head, and my leg, and the soreness fro, the bruises, and the nausea that hit a couple minutes after I ate. Maybe the wheelchair's a good idea.
(Lk. 121)

"I'll authorize them to surgically implant this transmitter into your ear so that I may speak to you twenty-four hours a day."
Haymitch in my head full-time. Horrifying. "I'll keep the earpiece in," I mutter.
"Excuse me?" he says.
"I'll keep the earpiece in!" I say, loud enough to wake up half the hospital.
"You sure? Because I'm equally happy with any of the three options," he tells me.
"I'm sure," I say.
(Lk. 130-131.)

I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Who else, Haymitch?" I insist.
Haymitch finally drops the good-natured act. "You know who else, Katniss. You know who stepped up first."
Of course I do.
Gale.
(Lk. 193)