Have you ever encountered the prickling feeling when you hurtle into a pile of books hot-headed, starved for a good-old dark-haired hottie and a ridiculously perfect damsel in distress with an alabaster complexion and what you got after hundreds of pages of roaming and exploring is the peek of....disappointment.
I think I've done my best to describe the notion of booklovers' crises.
I think I've done my best to describe the notion of booklovers' crises.
However, the day has come when I got out of the darkest pit of Tartarus where books like .... belong. Sorry guys. I am not economical with the truth.
So let's sing hallelujah and dance around a bonfire because this story is on its justifiable way towards Elysium. ;)
“How am I supposed to get her to fall in love with me when I don’t know the first thing about … it? Love, I mean.”
Given a cold-hearted warrior from the under realm benighted of/by the meaning of love with a pretty rough family background and a much-alike angel-voiced x-factor ready to burst from emotions bound to meet each other under quite extraordinary circumstances. What I mean by extraordinary is a right hook of Daphne which pretty much founded the nature of their bumpy relationship from the very beginning. But first impression is not everything, and they are right. Occasionally.
I love peeking into both of their points of view because this mythical is so wide one aspect would not be able make it complete whastsoever. Considering Hayden's part of the story, he brings in the rough masculine line full of suppressed emotions and underlying wrath, ready to burn all his adversaries, whereas Daphne embraces every girlish fibers from her blondness to her blue eyes without the "Do not touch it, it is fragile" sign. All in all, she is not going to the display window for now.
“She definitely doesn’t like me. She accused me of stalking her!”
“But you are stalking her, aren’t you?”
“Well, yes, but she’s not supposed to know that.”
“But you are stalking her, aren’t you?”
“Well, yes, but she’s not supposed to know that.”
Hayden's cluelessness about the innovations of the twenty first century is adorable. I could have bear more funny comments about it but I condone him due to his death-serious-having-doledrums-underworld-prince semblance. All the same, he could not leave his predilection to cars in the deepest chamber of the Pits. Typical. But who the devil could say no to a Tesla X anyway?
"I have been trained in the art of combat, not in singing, dancing, and making small talk with teenage girls."
I quite appreciate the evolution of their friendship into something more, nonetheless I anticipated much more romance which has not stepped forward yet. My fingers. Are. Crossed.
What is your inner voice?
I accepted the challenge of picturing their inner voice to me, but I need a whole lot of imagination falls to my part to hear all of the chansons with my invisible third ear. Do not get it wrong. I love my imagination but there are times when I fancy the idea of a soundtrack list. How about that?
Rating
A decent 4 out of 5.
With a good deal of romance in it it would have bee hog heaven.
Rating
A decent 4 out of 5.
With a good deal of romance in it it would have bee hog heaven.
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