Jan 21, 2020
Ya’aburnee is Arabic for you bury me. It is the hope that you will die before your one true love because you cannot bear to live without them.
Huntington, Parker S.. Devious Lies (p. 690).
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Ya’aburnee is Arabic for you bury me. It is the hope that you will die before your one true love because you cannot bear to live without them.
Huntington, Parker S.. Devious Lies (p. 690).
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where to begin? mmm... Ok I got it! This book was so great I cannot get over it! Just a fun, entertaining, weirdly whimsical, dramatic, sitting in my bed under the covers trying to decide to hate or love Nash to back to hate or back to love Nash to finding how freaking adorable Emery is, to wanting to talk to the ceiling too kind of book. The characters were just so interesting, Nash is complicated, brooding always mad at the world, alpha ahole and Emery is this strong but at the same time delicate girl, that you want to protect at all costs with this fascinating personality of speaking magical words that I wish I could do that too, because I too love words. Their story is not always a happy one but you get trapped in their world of lies, it shows how not all things are as they seem or as they are portrait, sometimes we just have one side of a story or a single sentence to go by and we make a storm out of a single splash of water. Nash thought Emery was to blame as well as her family for the demise of his family and both go on a self destructive journey to redeem not only themselves but others too until they find the truth and each other. One of the best parts of the book was when Emery talked to the ceiling, it was just too funny I was laughing my ass off in the middle of my bed. You guys will seriously not regret reading this book. I give it a 5 star review I voluntarily reviewed an advance complementary copy of this book #deviouslies #parkershuntington #bookaddicted #bookishlife #allthebooks #bookaddiction #books #bookstagram #reader #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #bookcommunity #readmorebooks #bookrecommendations #bibliophile #bookporn #booklover #bookshelf #readersofinstagram #books📚 #mustread https://www.instagram.com/p/B6I7LLzghWk/?igshid=1qgj690ozij3
Hiraeth is a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was. It is the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. I’ve always thought of it as the saddest entry in the dictionary.
Huntington, Parker S.. Devious Lies (p. 614).
If you see something, say something. This isn’t just a slogan. It’s a creed. There is no such thing as an innocent bystander.
Huntington, Parker S.. Devious Lies (p. 116).
People assume strength is loud. In reality, strength is silent. It is resilience, the will to never surrender your dignity. And sometimes, the only person who knows strength exists inside you is you.
Huntington, Parker S.. Devious Lies (p. 67).
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FINIFUGAL \fi-ni-‘ fU-gal\ (adjective) hating endings; of someone who tries to avoid or prolong the final moments of. Finifugal originates from the Latin word fuga, for flight. It shows us that endings are fleeting. We may hate them. We may fear them. We may avoid them. But we don’t need to. Like sunsets, endings can be beautiful. The next morning, the sun always rises again, because there is no such thing as an ending, just a new beginning.
Huntington, Parker S.. Devious Lies (pp. 609-610).
“What’s lagom?” My hands fell to his chest, thrilled by his heart’s tempo. It matched mine. “Not too little. Not too much. Just right.” I didn’t believe in perfect, but I believed in lagom. It meant right, but not necessarily perfect. And in a world filled with devious lies, it was a truth I latched onto.
Huntington, Parker S.. Devious Lies (p. 459).
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