“It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.” ― Oscar Wilde
I don't feel coherent enough to review this book, and I'm not sure I ever will. What I can say is that it is painful and it is beautiful and I will read it again.
I've got a playlist of sappy songs with the only purpose to comfort myself.
Also I've got the perfect Lymond in my mind:
And some of my favourite quotes:
She stood now in another country, whose sun burned and whose air was too rare for her breathing. And she stood there alone, with the words of a warning for company:
Tant que je vive …
Long as I live, my heart will never vary
For no one else, however fair or good
Brave, resolute or rich, of gentle blood.
My choice is made, and I will have no other
("Tant que je vive, mon cueur ne changera
Pour nulle vivante, tant soit elle bonne ou saige
Forte et puissante, riche de hault lignage
Mon chois est fait, aultre ne se fera.")
'Kate is my friend. That is true. But the songs were for her daughter. And the passion, for ever.'
'We have reached the open sea, with some charts; and the firmament.'