Thursday Quotables

Thursday Quotables~ Ink and Bone


Because I love sharing quotes from books, the more random the better, I decided to join Bookshelf Fantasies for Thursday Quotables to highlight some great quotes from the books I’m reading.

This week I’m featuring quotes from Rachel Caine’s Ink and Bone.

Ink and Bone (The Great Library, #1)


You’re never coming back. Brendan’s words suddenly returned to him. They were prophetic; already his family seemed like a fading dream. He felt good here.
He felt right.


Glain, on the other hand, looked pallid in the cold, damp air, with hectic spots of red high in her cheeks. It occurred to Jess for the first time that she was walking through her own country’s men and women, and yet seen as an intruder.


Portero gave a regretful sigh. “The books come first, sir. Isn’t that how it should be? Books before men?”

Thirsty Thursday & Hungry Hearts

Thirsty Thursday & Hungry Hearts~ All the Bright Places

Thirsty Thursday and Hungry Hearts - (un)Conventional Bookviews

I’m participating in Thirsty Thursday & Hungry Hearts, hosted by Lexxie over at {un}Conventional Book Views again this week.

What is Thirsty Thursday & Hungry Hearts? Well here’s a description from Lexxie’s site:

The idea of this feature is to share a quote with food or drinks that showed up in a recent read, as well as if it’s something you think you’d like or not. Please share the title of the book it happened in, as well as the character who ate or drank the special little something you discovered between the pages of a good read. Each week there is a link-up for the current post so that it’s easy to find other participants as well.

This week I am featuring All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven. This scene takes place at Finch’s father’s house with his sisters, step-brother, father and step-mother. {pg. 70}

All the Bright Places

Decca, who has already filled her plate, begins eating as Rosemarie serves everyone else one by one. When she gets to me, I say, “I’m good without, unless you’ve got a veggie burger on there.” She only blinks at me, her hand still hovering in midair. Without turning her face, she swivels her eyes in my father’s direction.
“Veggie burger?” His voice isn’t soft or patient. “I was raised on meat and potatoes, and I’ve made it to thirty-five.” (He was forty-three in October.) “I figured my parents were the ones putting food on the table, so it wasn’t my job to question it.” He pulls up his shirt and pats his stomach– still flat, but no longer a six-pack– shakes his head, and smiles at me, the smile of a man who has a new wife and a new son and a new house and two new cars and who only has to put up with his old, original kids for another hour or two.
“I don’t eat red meat, Dad.” Actually, to be technical, it’s ’80s Finch who’s the vegetarian.