He drank from the drainage ditch beside the road. There was a thin film of dust on top of the water.

POOKIE NO THIS IS HOW YOU DIE 😳 i realise he's desperate and this is a fictional story, but, general PSA, please don't drink still water, y'all, especially from a drainage ditch😭😭

reconnecting with my roots (science fiction) and probably dabbling amongst the earthly vices (monster kink)

Alright! Just had to stop listening to another book because the narrator was so bad. Well, this one’s dual narration. The female narrator is fine. And the male narrator’s voice is… extremely deep and sexy. Definitely convincing as a lumbersexual. 😂

Gracious these characters are exhausting. It's one of the times when I feel like I need a family tree and annotations to keep the story straight

Rylan fossicked around under the bench top and pulled out a bottle of unlabeled red wine. I must have visibly hesitated because he added, “I can tell you’re a connoisseur. Bargain bin, yes, I’ll give you that. But good wine is all about aeration—right? Check this out.” He upended the bottle over the blender, let about half of it glug in, then whacked the lid on and pressed start. While it blended he produced two wineglasses from inside his jacket pocket with a flourish. After about twenty seconds, he turned off the blender, sloshed the wine into the two glasses, and handed me one.

Now, I don’t drink wine, especially red… but this sounds like absolutely villainous behaviour.

I'm honestly here for Catherine's bad moods and angry words to Hareton. I would be so pissed if I were in her shoes.

I yearn for these sort of values to be widespread