Thirsty Thursday & Hungry Hearts

Thirsty Thursday & Hungry Hearts~ The 5th Wave

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 The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey. In this scene, Cassie has recently met Evan in the forest.

The 5th Wave (The 5th Wave, #1)

“It kills me,” I sob. “The way he trusted. Like the way we trusted before they came and blew the whole goddamned world apart. Trusted that when it got dark there would be light. Trusted that when you wanted a fucking strawberry Frappuccino you could plop your ass in the car, drive down the street, and get yourself a fucking straberry Frappuccino! Trusted…”
His other hand finds my cheek, and he wipes away my tears with his thumb. The chocolate scent overwhelms me as he bends over and whispers in my ear, “No, Cassie. No, no, no.”

“Cassie, it’s going to be okay,” he whispers into my ear, chocolate breath.
When I wake up the next morning, there’s a Hershey’s Kiss sitting on the table beside me.

Thursday Quotables

Thursday Quotables~ Beautiful Secret


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 Christina Lauren’s Beautiful Secret.

Beautiful Secret (Beautiful Bastard, #4)


I dreamt of soft skin resting on my bare chest and kisses tasting of champagne.


It was one thing to dissect everything he said in a meeting or to a colleague when there was zero chance it had anything to do with me, but this? There was no way he wasn’t also thinking about what we did last night. Everything has a meaning today.


“Really? There’s no way you can cancel? I need to freak out, with your rational brain on hand.”


If someone had told me a month ago that I would meet a woman from the office, fall in love, and lose her all before spring truly arrived in London, I would consider the prospect ludicrous.


 The Number of Times I Have Listened for Niall Stella’s Footfalls: infinite.