Love, the deadliest of all deadly things. It kills you when you have it. And when you don't. I'm pushing aside the memory of my nightmare, pushing aside thoughts of Alex, pushing aside thoughts of Hana and my old school, push, push, push, like Raven ...Continua
Ha scritto il 21/12/15
Sicuramente molto diverso dal primo, ma non per questo meno bello.Inizialmente i continui salti temporali mi spiazzavano un pó, nel senso che dovevo far mente locale per recuperare il punto della situazione; poi peró mi sono abituata e la storia è st...Continua
Ratona de biblioteca
Ha scritto il 10/08/13
El primero me gustó muchisimo, pero este me ha resultado muy pesado y me ha decepcionado mucho.. Todo lo original que era el primero, siendo una saga que prometía, a pasado a este segundo a ser un libro más, que por desgracia abunda, del genero adole...Continua
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Ha scritto il 02/04/13

It occurs to me, then, that people themselves are full of tunnels: winding, dark spaces and caverns; impossible to know all the places inside of them. Impossible even to imagine.

Ha scritto il 08/07/12
Better than the first book, I liked the writing stile a lot, it has evolved and refined. However, may I just say: I am sick onto death of dystopian novels recurring to the triangle to build a romance! And here I thought the Delirium trilogy would be...Continua
Deanna Kyre
Ha scritto il 28/06/12

I'm kind of over chicks who fall in love with every boy who talks to them. LOVED the last page though :D

Ha scritto il Apr 05, 2012, 20:17
Now he looks up, eyes bright, shining, blue as sky.
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Ha scritto il Apr 05, 2012, 20:16
Please, I think, to nobody in particular. I'm not sure what I'm asking for, exactly. A chance to save him. A chance, even, to see him. I need him to know that I came for him. I need him to know that somehow, at some point in the tunnels, I began to...Continua
Ha scritto il Apr 05, 2012, 20:13
I inhale sharply when I reach Julian's room. I know it is his. It smells like him.
Ha scritto il Apr 05, 2012, 20:12
"Yeah?" I think of Julian's fingers running through my hair, the encircling warmth of his arms, how he whispered, I want to know. I want to know with you. "What if I want to make him my problem?"
Ha scritto il Apr 05, 2012, 20:04
He pulls me into him and I cry into his T-shirt and we stand there like that, in the sun, in the autside world, where these things are illegal. And all around us there is silence, except for the occasional twittering of birds, and the rustle of pigeo...Continua

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