Family is Forever.
Especially when they're mortal.
Especially when they're mortal.
How it has become my absolute booklover
After finished Reawakened I became obsessed with Egyptian mythology so I jumped into the world of betrayals, jealousy, vengeance and so on and so forth. Although it would have been equally enjoyable without the additional look-at-the-mighty-Egyptian-gods-garden-sauce. On a second thought, it may have been even better...
"Phones let people be both lazy and intrusive. Really, they’re a terrible invention. We should go back to messengers. Or smoke signals. Way easier to ignore."
Isadora, not Izzy and definitely not Dora, is kind of the prickly always on the edge heroine which is why she's way too cool. She would win the crown of criticism if it was up to me. And she has every right to do so because every family has issues but hers definitely sucks. It is hard to process while her parents are god-immortals, she's doomed to have an ordinary human lifetime to live. Apparently she's from the why-cannot-I-live-for-eternity-type. Who wants to live forever anyway? Must be horribly boooring...
Under the sun
As a consequence of an abnormal baby-making family who live till the end of the world, Isadora decides to make her own destiny and leaves for the vigorous ever-changing California where her mother still seems to control her life. But don't worry, if it wasn't for Isis, she wouldn't have met a pair of staggering shade of blue eyes whose owner certainly deserves a second look and more...:)
"I usually look angry. And if I look happy in this picture, Ry looks like a constellation of joy."
Despite the strong-headedness about refusing to attach herself to anybody else and her motto of "Romance is not a requirement for a happy life", Ry gets easily under her skin. She is undoubtedly attracted a lot to this antisocial hair-falling-into-the-face guy with the stick-to-the-hand sketchbook who writes poems in the window bay rather than gets into the habit of picking up girls inevitably nipping at his heels like drooling lap-dogs. But it wouldn't work whatsoever since she's the grumpy cat under his always sunny crystal clear sky. If Ry wasn't a special artist-soul, he would run away from her at fifty miles per hour and wouldn't stop till Timbuktu.
"I will fill myself with the desert and the sky. I will be stone and stars, unchanging and strong and safe. The desert is complete; it is spare and alone, but perfect in its solitude. I will be the desert."
According to her, she's not going to be another footnote to someone else's story and she doesn't see the point of being hurt, either. It's not worth it.
On the whole, she's on the right way of growing old all alone with twenty puffy Persian cats next to a bunch of dusty scare-the-hell-out china dolls.
On the whole, she's on the right way of growing old all alone with twenty puffy Persian cats next to a bunch of dusty scare-the-hell-out china dolls.
“I get that you’re scared and that you’ve been hurt. But doing what is easy and safe is no way to live, and a life without passion and love is so far beneath what you deserve.”
I'm into their non-stop banter and almost-kisses so personally it felt like heaven. It turns out that they share a common fate: both of them are offsprings of immortals the teeny-tiny difference is that Ry is a descendant of Greek gods. Wow. A real culture shock is coming! At least their children can choose one or the other. Totally abandoning traditional family values is another option as well. They may become believers of Buddhism. Who knows? Everybody needs a breath of fresh air.
P.S. The only thing I missed was a piece of poetry from Ry's surreptitious book.
How I feel now
A part of my brain is still jumping on the bed screaming in happiness and face-plants into the floor.
“I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”
—so adorable that I feel like giving kisses on his glimmering bright blue eyes <3
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