You may know, deeply in your soul, that what is happening is wrong, abnormal but you still hide it. You don't want the shame. You don’t want the pity. Or you don't want your world to be turned upside down, even if it hurts, because it's a world you know. Aspiro quell'odore e penso alle donne tradite da altre donne. Donne che si sentono dire e non dai loro mariti ,ma dalle loro madri,dalle amiche,che per una moglie l'obbedienza conta più della vita. Donne che accettano di vedere un'altra donna maltrattata in nome di una tradizione,di una facciata'...

The ending wasn't too satisfying, the pacing of the book was a little messy and then the ending just felt sudden. The POVs were kind of meh because they felt the same and I wanted to hear more of the podcast. Leighton', mother was not weak either for staying with him. She had a loving past with the man and it was hard to brush it under the rug. She would always endanger herself to protect her kids. That's not someone weak.On a side note, I have always loved crows as I believed they were very smart and this story just confirmed it! If These Wings Could Fly is a tense and emotional story that will in turns break your heart, make you swoon, and leave you feeling hopeful.” -- Elizabeth Eulberg, author of Past Perfect Life Sabo tugged on the brown leather gloves he'd managed to trade his silk ones for on a brief stop before the two Whitebeard Commanders had set the course towards their ship. They had a much better grip than those godawful things he'd been forced to wear and would protect his pathetically soft hands. Okay, well. It wasn’t like Xiao was inexperienced in this area. He had no idea what the stranger had done to piss off the men chasing them, but Xiao’s conscience wasn’t going to let him hand them over to be beaten up (or worse). Sabo presumed the sigh came from the other blond even as the man told the other, Thatch, to set off. The nobleman weakly opened his eyes just enough to see his father's ship going up in flames, lifeboats and all, before he passed out from the strain he'd been put under.

Nine years... almost ten, now... that's how long Sabo had been imprisoned in a golden cage, his wings tied down, unable to touch the sky. He hadn't tried to escape. Not yet. Not when he still had a brother he needed to protect by staying silent and mostly obedient. His father knew very well what to threaten to get his son to obey. They were on a ship, because of some party his father had received an invitation to. Sabo wasn't sure how the man knew someone from the New World, but he wasn't inclined to care either. The party hadn't even been interesting, though the sorts of things his father was invited to and he himself was forced to attend were never any fun, so Sabo wasn't really disappointed so much as resigned. As the eldest of three sisters, Leighton Barnes carries the burden of not only trying to find a semblance of peace in a household that teeters on the threshold of an explosion of one wrong move - one step out of place, but also maintaining a nonexistent social life which slowly starts to get some needed attention when she attracts the attention of the high school's popular football star, Liam. If I told you that her voice as the narrator was incredibly done - would you believe me? How the author described all those fleeting instances of wanting to not be seen as an Ice Queen for not participating in school activities, because she couldn't risk the chance of stepping out of line - from being away from the house for too long, in case something would happen to her sisters in the midst of their father's erratic mood swings. Leighton doesn’t have time for the crows—it’s her senior year, and acceptance to her dream college is finally within reach. But grabbing that lifeline means abandoning her sisters, a choice she’s not ready to face.i think my favorite part was cassie's narration. i've only read one other book this year where there was a narrator who was in verse ( The Initial Insult) but i felt like it was lyrical without losing the ability to understand was cassie was trying to say. A vein pulsed in the man's forehead. He glanced at his companion. It was good to be right; if they really meant business, they would've started swinging by now.

No one stopped him, of course, but Ace would be the one to have the last laugh, someday. Hey, one day the New World would mold itself to make his bets accurate, it was only a matter of time. Then again, if there was one bet he knew he'd win eventually, it was betting on who would be the next Pirate King. Not that anyone was holding a poll on that, which, if Ace was being honest, seemed like a silly oversight. Or perhaps everyone else was just too fixated on making Oyaji Pirate King that they forgot that the man was from the same era as that man and yet had made no move to actually try and become Pirate King. Not that he'd ever admit that to Luffy once they met again, the kid needed rivals and Oyaji was one of the safer bets concerning that. Capirete che la minaccia della violenza è una spada che ti pende sulla testa ,e averne paura a volte può essere peggio che subirne gli effetti. Che ciò di cui hai paura ha il volto di una persona amata e questo ti destabilizza profondamente".. The pompadour man, who had been there since before they entered, looked up from his food-preparation to shoot him a worried look “You really haven't seen them in ten years?” I've decided that we should be friends. He'd really said that. To someone he'd just met. Xiao couldn’t figure out if Barbatos was actually very different in person, or if he was exactly who he appeared to be in the media. The question would likely haunt him until the day he died.MCCAULEY: Sure! My second book is coming out later this year, also from Katherine Tegen Books. It’s called We Can Be Heroes, and it’s about three girls completing a vengeance plan to hold certain people in their hometown accountable for a local tragedy. It talks about grief, but it’s really about friendship, and features a lot of Greek mythology, a podcast, and a restored VW Bus named Betty. The stranger said, “My friend here knows martial arts. If you want to get to me, you're gonna have to go through him, and I don’t think you gentlemen will enjoy that.” But I think maybe, to be a girl in this world, sometimes you have to burn. Sometimes it's how we light the way". DO NOT tell me I should be flattered by people essentially asking me to do unpaid slave labour for their own entertainment, with no regard to my own mental health.