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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Waiting on Wednesday (106)

Hosted at Breaking the Spine.

The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

Holly Black

September 3 2013

Goodreads

Tana lives in a world where walled cities called Coldtowns exist. In them, quarantined monsters and humans mingle in a decadently bloody mix of predator and prey. The only problem is, once you pass through Coldtown’s gates, you can never leave.

One morning, after a perfectly ordinary party, Tana wakes up surrounded by corpses. The only other survivors of this massacre are her exasperatingly endearing ex-boyfriend, infected and on the edge, and a mysterious boy burdened with a terrible secret. Shaken and determined, Tana enters a race against the clock to save the three of them the only way she knows how: by going straight to the wicked, opulent heart of Coldtown itself.

Why am I waiting for it?

I haven’t read anything by Holly Black, but I’ve heard her Cursed Workers series is pretty awesome. And I’ve seen a couple of rave reviews about this book also.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Teaser Tuesday (100)

Hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading.

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by Amanda Sun

~Missed Kiss~

He walked to ward me slowly, his leather shoes pressing down the long grasses. I could feel his breath on my cheek as he leaned forward. My eyes fluttered shut, but I forced them open again. His breath was hot against my lips, and his face blotted out the sky, so I could see nothing but his eyes and the pores of his skin.

“Because,” he said in tones of honey and velvet, “I’ve always had to push away people I care about. You’re the only one who ever pushed back.”

The words brushed against my lips and sent the butterflies tumbling again. He’s going to kiss me, he’s going to—

He leaned back and patted me on the head. My cheeks turned tomato-red as I glared at him.

He blinked and stared back, looking completely innocent. “What?” he said. He took another look at me and burst out laughing. “Did you think I was going to…?” He folded his arms, pressing his fingertips against the insides of his elbows as he laughed.

“I’m glad you think it’s so funny,” I fumed. Why the hell could he always pull one over on me?