#Addy recs

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⋰˚☆ 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘. 𝙫𝙤𝙡. 𝟯

𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 ♡

♡ — 𝗌: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 | 𝖺: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 | 𝖿: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

♡ — 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

♡ — 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼. 𝗏𝗈𝗅. 𝟣

♡ — 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼. 𝗏𝗈𝗅. 𝟤

╰ ⌗ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

pointers (art donaldson; s)

dressing up (art donaldson; s)

cowboy hat (art donaldson; s)

kiddo (art donaldson; s)

where art thou? why not uponeth me? (art donaldson; s)

aftercare (patrick zweig; s)

college senior (patrick zweig; s)

pets and praises (patrick zweig; s)

move in (art donaldson; f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘀

elf cosplay (s)

mating press (s)

take what you need (s)

for you, never (f)

there she goes (f)

jealousy, jealousy (s, f)

you live in my dream state (s, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝘇𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆

passed out (s)

caught (f)

who's got him smiling like that? (f)

making out (f)

kindred spirits (a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗽𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀

comfort (f)

oblivion (dark!paul; s, a, f)

the death of a star (s, a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀

anchor, pt. 1 (carl grimes; a)

anchor, pt. 2 (carl grimes; a)

anchor, pt. 3  (carl grimes; a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗸 

indulge (s)

alone together (s)

an even exchange (series; s)

╰ ⌗ 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘁 '𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿'

letters addressed to you (a)

you heart i will choose (f)

tired (a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳 

sex tape (stiles stilinski; s)

riders on the storm (stiles stilinski; s)

dominance (theo raeken & scott mcall; s)

[pleasantfanartist]

From the fic A Better Man by @wle0416

[addsalwayssick]

i just read a fic that genuinely changed my projectory on life. it made me think about who i am as a person. it made me think of my past and modern relationships. please, please, please go read “waited all this time to call you mine” by ziahra. this was such a beautiful fic that made me realize that my boyfriend is not someone that i will spend the rest of my life is. if you read it you’ll understand when i say this, he is my Frank. He is someone i wait with while my soulmates timer runs out. it made me realize i was in love with a girl, so i want to thank you, ziahra.

[xxxyzart]

What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?

― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

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PUBLISHED BOOK REC

You might like this if you like: Outlander

[thetypedwriter]

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue Book Review

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue Book Review by V.E. Schwab 

This is the best book by Schwab that I’ve read, hands down. 

I’ve read a few of her other books and if you’ve been following me and happened to read them, my responses range from meh to bleh for every one of her novels. 

Until now. 

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue is a Faustian tale in which Addie makes a deal with a devil. Desperate to leave her small town of Villon, Addie exchanges her soul for true freedom. However, deals with devils are never what they seem. While Addie does get to leave Villon and the small life destined for her, she also leaves behind any kind of semblance of companionship and memory.

 Because the devil hasn’t just freed Addie from her mundane life, he’s made sure that any person who ever meets her forgets about her as soon as she leaves their vision, he’s made sure that Addie can’t leave any imprint behind, whether in writing, art, or otherwise, and he’s made sure to drive Addie to the brink of giving up her soul in order to escape this so-called “freedom.”

Except that it doesn’t work. Instead of succumbing to hopelessness and loneliness, Addie finds the beauty in every moment, person, and situation. She learns that she can leave an imprint—in the form of inspiration, ideas and passions, and in lingering thoughts and feelings. She travels and sees the world and experiences lifetimes worth of history, culture, and art. 

Instead of creating an individual so desperate to be remembered that she’d willingly give up her soul, the devil, self-named Luc, instead creates an equal in his own right, someone stubborn and headstrong enough to battle it out with him over centuries. 

This all changes, however, when Addie comes across Henry, an unimpressionable young man living in New York. Nothing about Henry should stand out. He works at a bookshop, failed out of Theology school, and is victim to depression and anxiety, seasonal “storms” that never seem to go away. 

Nothing about Henry is special. 

Except that he remembers her, remembers Addie. 

What unravels is Henry’s own tale of making a deal with Luc, a deal born out of the bone-crushing desperation to be loved. Henry and Addie find solace and companionship in one another, something that both of them have craved and needed. 

A love between them grows, a connection so strong that Addie will do anything, including changing her own deal with the devil, to make sure Henry is okay and will have the long life he deserves. 

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue isn’t a particularly noteworthy idea, Faustian bargains have existed for decades, but Schwab does it well. 

Switching back and forth between time periods, readers get to see Addie in Villon 1714 as she claws her way out of her predetermined life, witnessing wars, revolutions, and renaissances along the way, juxtaposed with present day Addie in New York City, having just met Henry and having her life flipped upside down. 

Swapping back and forth might seem irritating, but Schwab did a great job of intermixing the past and present so that any chapter built and scaffolded the others. It didn’t feel like I was reading two different stories side-by-side, but instead one seamless tale where each chapter filled in a missing blank of Addie’s life. 

I do prefer the past chapters slightly more because I love the historical elements included in it. Each time we see Addie in the past, we also get a little taste of what Paris was like in 1725 or Germany during World War II, or Florence at the height of the Italian Renaissance. 

This intermingling is fascinating to read about and every chapter left me both interested in Addie’s choices and development, but also the period at the time. 

Each chapter is also incredibly short, making reading The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue easy and addicting. It was effortless to say, “Oh, I’ll just read one more chapter” and before you know it, you’ve been reading for two hours and you’re halfway done with the book. 

I loved seeing all the different settings Schwab took us to while regaling Addie’s journey to get to the present. While the New York chapters were similar, earmarking the best and most interesting sights and eateries New York has to offer, I don’t think it held a candle to the historical segments. 

In terms of actual plot, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue is solid. I do think the novel was predictable and as I said earlier, the idea of a Faustian bargain isn’t unique, but the journey Addie takes is breathlessly beautiful and immensely fun to experience. 

Henry’s chapters, while also engaging, did drag on a bit as I thought they felt more tedious than any of Addie’s chapters. 

That brings us to what I believe is the only flaw of the book: repetition. 

While The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue had a lot of stark and raw moments that left me emotionally battered but satisfied, there were several chapters, especially towards the end, where I felt like the theme or takeaway of each chapter was the exact same thing over and over again. It goes like this.

1. Addie experiences something horrible about humanity 

2. Addie experiences something lovely about humanity 

3. Addie realizes that life is ugly and painful, but always worth living 

Rinse and repeat for…pretty much the whole book. 

Now, don’t get me wrong. It’s a great message to have. However, Schwab sort of beats you over the head with it. A lot of the New York chapters were simply Henry and Addie doing something fun together and realizing how great life is. 

While I liked these chapters, it seemed more like a New York tour recommendation blog than an in-depth insight into Henry and Addie’s relationship which went from zero to one-hundred in only a few short chapters. 

Given the circumstances of both of their deals, it wasn’t unwholly unrealistic, but I still would have preferred more time to develop their relationship versus advertising an art installment on The High Line. 

I think the book could have been around fifty pages shorter and still packed the same punch that it did, without the repetitiveness of sight-seeing around New York and lamenting about their bargains and yet ecstatic to have found each other. 

That being said, I still really enjoyed this book. Reading those unvaried chapters was still enjoyable, even if I think the book would have been fine (aka even better) without them. Addie, Luc, and Henry as characters are all well-developed and fleshed out. 

This is a good thing as they’re really the only three characters who matter. There are some side characters, especially Henry’s friends and family who make an appearance, but overall the novel revolves around those three.

The theme of this book is well done and cemented: live your life to the fullest. Enjoy every moment. Cherish every day. 

Again, while not necessarily new, the theme did make me appreciate the small things as I was reading—the sunshine dappling my legs, the sweet tang of iced tea on my tongue, a fluffy cloud slipping overhead. And while Schwab came across a bit heavy-handed with this theme at times throughout the novel, it made an impact on me. 

There is no better marker of a good book than the realization that it’s made an impression on me and my life. 

Recommendation: As Addie spends the whole novel trying to leave impressions on others, there is no greater compliment I can give to Schwab other than saying that The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue has left its imprint on me and my heart. 

Score: 7/10

[8awat]

One thing about Dare me that I miss is the way Beth so desperately needed Addy and the way she did EVERYTHING for her. And Addy was either oblivious or she was using Beth. She wanted Beth to be there for her and do things for her but she didn't want to do the same. I love Beth so much that even at the end she was still trying to help Addy :/

[shotbyshe]

Unpopular Opinions on Popular Books | My take on Bunny, The Silent Patient, Ninth House and more

[maddiesbookshelves]

Fav books of 2022 (in no particular order and not including re-reads)

Some manga:

[fbwzoo]

First round of vet visits are done! Ended up skipping Spring for now due to the vet having a family issue, and he can wait a bit on a tooth check anyway.

For Phoebe, Shilo, and Addy.... $515. 🎉💀 Addy has maintained around 60lbs, which is fantastic. Phoebe actually lost a little weight, surprisingly. But both cats are still overweight, which we're actively working on with measured food and no more access to Frank's food.

However, my darling daughter (Phoebe), who is Spicy at the vet, got 100mg of gabapentin last night, and another 100 this morning. And this STILL apparently wasn't enough, as she still managed to land a scratch on the vet tech. Brat!! So they skipped bloodwork for today, as she was so worked up, and gave Jack 200mg pills to give her for the next time. The fuck, child.

[bellasbookclub]

Reccer Spotlight: Rachel!

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

Howl's Moving Castle

Romeo and/or Juliet

Blood and Chocolate

Whimsical, romantic, and with a hint of humor, Rachel's recs are giving cozy fantasy vibes. Full text available in their tab of the Bella’s Book Club Summer Reading ‘23 Reclist!

more info on BBC Summer Reading 2023

more Reccer Spotlights

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Alex returns from his final tour in a flag-draped pine box. Michael is willing to do whatever it takes to get him out of it. But they end up raising a lot more in that cemetery than they bargained for.

From the fic Two Ravens by @sabrinachill

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

one of the most wonderful things in my life recently is my return to the books I loved in jr/high school.

I've been reading a lot less ever since starting uni, which sucks because I love books but I just couldn't get into any. I was complaining about not reading like I used to be able to, and then I realized (as much as tiktok encourages getting new books constantly) I can reread things.

specifically, I can reread books from high school. because I was reading more then for a lot of reasons, but also because I was reading things I liked, rather than what I thought I was "supposed to".

so anyway, here's some of the books I've been rereading (and absolutely tore through, this worked)

will saying you read these make people go "wow you're so dark/light academia"? no. but I read them instead of paying four months of library fines only to have them sit on my desk unopened the whole time. so I call it a win.

[love-and-books320]

Now taking fanfic requests!

Hi!

If you follow me you know that I'm a huge fangirl. If you're jut finding me(I'm a small blog) that great, I'm a fangirl. I love reading fanfics on here and have decided to write some, if I get requests.

These are the fandoms I'll write for, the list will always be expanding btw. I'll only write one-shots due to personal preference though, thanks! For a heads up, I prefer to write cannon-adjacent but will absolutely write AU's! I'll write x reader fic but they're not my favorite. I will write pretty much anything, but added my preferences.

SHATTER ME

-Tahereh Mafi

-love the seires

-will write for pretty much all charachters

-I love Warnette/Aaronella and Kenji/Nazeera

-I'm a sucker for the three brothers too

-Post-believe me is when I prefer to write

FIFTH WAVE

-Rick Yancy

-underated seires

-deserves more attention

-will write anything you guys want

CARAVAL

-Stephanie Garber

-this series has so much wasted potential

-I don't like Dante and Tella as a couple ¯\_(ツ)_/

-wait nvm I do I just don't like Dante

One Upon A Broken Heart

-Stephanie Garber

-honestly prob my favorite book series

-I’m obsessed with evajacks

-will write anything

-chaos x Lala would be so fun to write

THE INVISIBLE LIFE OF ADDIE LARUE

-V.E. Schwab

-the fandom needs to expand

-will write anything

THE FOLK OF AIR

-Holly Black

-Haven't read The Stolen Heir

-Obsessed with this seires

-will write pretty much anything(nothing with a good Locke tho)

ACOTAR

-Sarah J. Maas

-Will write anything ig

-but this series makes me so nervous istg

-but I love it

-Great characters so lots of creative room

-prefer Elriel but will write Gwynriel

THE HUNGER GAMES

-Suzanne Collins

-obsessed

-will write anything

THE SELECTION

-Keira Cass

-again, obsessed

-will never EVER write Aspen/American

-bc I will be physically ill

The LUNAR CHRONICLES

-Marissa Meyer

-will write anything

-love these characters

RENEGADES

-Marissa Meyer

-will write anything

-it's been a minute since I read this so...

HARRY POTTER

-J.K. ROWLING (ew)

-will write anything

-seriously

-do your worst tumblr

THE NEVER KING

-sigh

And if you do request a fic(I hope i get requests but we'll see) please understand that they take time to write and I might not get them out right away! Thank you, looking forward to writing!!

[radical-sky]

I have nowhere to put this so. *throws this at you and runs*

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The pitter-patter of small feet running on the floor is a sound Ilsa had never imagined waking up to.

She hears Ethan sit up with a tired sigh next to her, reaching down and tugging on a shirt before the door to their room crashes open in the darkness. The sound of light footsteps gets closer until she feels Ethan reach down with a groan and a warm, squiggling, crying weight is pressed between them.

Ilsa turns to hug the little girl into her arms, feeling her small hands grasping and clinging at her hair and shoulders. “Addie, Addie, shh, what’s wrong?”

Ethan flicks on the lamp next to their bed, and she can clearly see Addie’s face is red and tear stained. She’s trembling violently, sobs shaking her body. She’s always been a good sleeper; so rarely wakes up in the middle of the night that Ilsa feels a sense of unease in stomach. “What’s wrong?” Ilsa repeats as Addie presses herself into Ilsa’s chest.

“Scary— scary m—man, had— knife—”

Ilsa’s out of bed in an instant, unlocking the safe where she and Ethan keep their guns, grabbing a tranq and making sure it’s loaded.

“Addie, sweetheart,” Ethan says, sounding patient, but one look at him and Ilsa can easily see the fear in his eyes. He glances out the windows as he talks, keeping her voice low. “Where did this man go?”

She sobs again. “Out,” she whispers. “He was scary—”

“I know, sweetheart,” Ethan murmurs. “I know. Mommy’s going to go find him, okay?”

“Stay with her,” Ilsa says to him, tossing him a second gun, which he catches fluidly. “If it’s them, we don’t want her alone.”

Them meaning the terror group they’ve been fending off ever since a fateful mission three years ago, deep inside a ruthless organization holding hundreds of innocent families hostage and using them as leverage against targeted people. They’d been trying to let as many people out as they could, opened another cell and found: a limp body, a pale, shaking woman, and a swaddled baby clutched to her chest.

Ilsa remembers her voice—pained, pleading—as she held the baby out to her, Ethan guarding the door, begging, “Keep my baby safe. Please. Take care of her for me, please.”

“We’re going to get you out of here,” Ilsa had whispered anxiously, trying to lift the woman up off the ground, but she was shaking her head.

“I won’t make it far,” she rasped. “Please, her name is Adelaide, she was born a week ago, please.”

Ilsa remembers looking down at the baby in her arms, not knowing what to do but desperately wanting to fulfill the mother’s wishes. The woman pressed one last kiss to her child’s forehead, nodded at Ilsa with tears in her eyes before she whispered, “I promise I’ll keep her safe. I promise.”

They got her checked out at the hospital later, tried to place her into the local foster care system—but Ilsa was resistant. She wouldn’t let the child have the life she almost did, isolated and bounced around from family to family. “If I have to, I’ll take care of her,” she told Brandt, who was unfortunately managing this situation that no amount of coffee could have prepared him for.

He’d raised an eyebrow, held Adelaide and a stack of paperwork out to her. “Fine. Take her.”

Despite herself, she cracks a grin at the memory of Ethan’s face when she came home with Addie: extremely confused, then startled, then excited. He took fatherhood well, if she’s being honest, with the same dedication and passion he did everything else with. They’ve both had their share of sleepless nights and exhaustion, but they’re lucky—Addie was a peaceful baby, happy and giggly.

They’re also lucky for the fact that Addie looks enough like Ilsa that strangers don’t question whether she’s really theirs or not. As far as she knows, the office is still gossiping about how she “went her entire pregnancy without a bump.” (They plan to tell Addie the truth, eventually, maybe when she’s older and can understand the true gravity of their choice, but they’re saving the real discussions for the future, the ones about how they’ll answer her questions and her reaction.)

She steps out into the hallway, not turning on any of the lights, trying not to alert the intruder to her presence. She silently makes her way towards Addie’s room, trying to figure out where the guy is—or if he’s already left.

There’s a creaking coming from that area, and she raises her gun and slowly pushes the door open, trying to adjust to the moonlight filtering in from the open windows. She sees the shape of the twin bed against the wall, Addie’s stuffed elephant near the pillow—

A hand wraps around her torso, pulling her back suddenly and knocking the gun out of her hands. She strikes, twists out of the hold, trying to gauge her opponent as she swings a leg in a roundhouse kick towards his face. He grabs her leg, uses the momentum to push her to the ground and kicks her forehead straight onto the wooden edge of the bedframe.

She groans, stands shakily as she grapples with the figure. “What do you want?” she pants, after she’s just delivered a very nice punch to his stomach and taken advantage of his doubled-over recovery to take him into a chokehold. “Who sent you?”

“Just give us the kid,” he hisses, and she tightens her hold on his neck. “Give us the kid and we’ll never bother you again.”

“Never,” she whispers. “You killed her family, I’m not letting you get her, too.”

She kicks him hard in the side, making him groan, and reaches for the tranq gun she knows is somewhere nearby, making sure to pin the guy down on the floor before reaching for it and putting a dart in his back.

Once he goes limp, she ties him up securely and calls Brandt while doing a perimeter check to make sure there are no others around. “Brandt, they tried to get to Addie again,” she says bluntly as soon as he picks up.

He groans. “Again? Really?”

“Stop drinking coffee at 2am,” she scolds him, because at this point she knows him so well he can literally hear the coffee in his system. “Send someone to pick this guy up.”

“Will do,” Brandt sighs. “Stay safe. All of you.”

“Will do,” she replies, and hangs up.

It’s just after three by the time the extraction team arrives, dumping the guy in the back of a van and taking him off to God knows where.

She runs some gauze over her cuts and bruises, not wanting to bother Ethan. Knowing him, he’s tense and on edge, and she doesn’t want him to worry more than he has to. She makes two large mugs of hot chocolate, filling one up fully and the other halfway, dropping some of Addie’s favorite mini marshmallows in the lesser one.

She balances them carefully as she walks back to her bedroom, which is a bit tricky with her head spinning as much as it is. When she pushes the door open, she sees: Ethan sitting up in bed, covers up to his lap where Addie sits, hugging her against his chest and running his hand through her hair soothingly. They both look up as she enters.

Ethan’s face collapses from relief when he meets her gaze, and she nods slightly, letting him know she’s okay. Addie, for her part, jumps off Ethan’s lap and sprints to Ilsa as fast as her little legs will carry her, wrapping her arms around Ilsa’s knee and hugging her.

Ilsa crouches down, sets the mugs on the carpet so she can hug her daughter with both arms. “Mommy,” Addie whispers, “I was scared.”

“You did good, Addie,” Ilsa soothes. “You did the right thing, telling us. He’s not going to hurt you again, sweetie.” She pulls back, gives Addie the hot cocoa mug with the marshmallows. “For you.”

She takes it with a large smile, walking carefully in a straight line, trying not to spill it. Ilsa closes her eyes, tries to breathe as she processes—God, she could’ve lost her today—

“Ilsa, love,” Ethan call from the bed. She can see the worry in his face as he frowns slightly at her. “Come join us?”

She nods, takes the second mug and gets up off the floor with a wince. She makes her way over to Ethan, sliding into bed next to him. She takes a sip of the hot chocolate and passes it to him.

“You okay?” he murmurs. “You hurt?” He reaches a hand out, brushes away the hair falling in her face to reveal a blossoming bruise on her cheekbone.

She shakes her head; she doesn’t want Addie to see she’s hurt, doesn’t want to expose her to their brutal way of life so young. Ethan seems to get it, pulling her close so he can whisper in her ear without Addie hearing. “When she’s out, we’ll take a warm shower, ‘kay? That sound good?”

“Yeah,” she breathes, watching their daughter spill some hot chocolate down her chin, and she Ilsa reaches over and wipes it away as Addie giggles. “Sounds perfect.”

NO ANON DONT RUN I LOVE THIS!!!

I love the way you wrote them, and Ethan staying and protecting little Addie. This is such a different take on Ethan and Ilsa having a child but also incredibly in character for them and something I can totally see them doing (I hc that Ilsa was in foster care and it was not a good time). I adore this and would love to be able to bookmark it on ao3!

If you ever post it, please send it!! I’m going to call you/tag you ‘Addie anon’ if you ever come back!!

[stardustandrockets]

What do you look for in a special edition book?

I'm not too picky if it's a favorite book, but alternate covers, pretty end pages, and pretty edges (plain or a design) are my main asks. Here is a stack of pretty edges from @rainbowcrate! They've really been knocking these books out of the park!

These aren't all the special editions I have from them, just my absolute favorite edges. (Though they're all pretty and worth showcasing, tbh.)