Zambet din litere #4

duminică, 14 aprilie 2013

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Daaa, stiu ca nu am mai scris pe blog de doua saptamani, dar am avut nevoie de o pauza. In Londra a fost uluitor, inca nu am cuvinte sa va spun cat de frumos m-am simtit. Promit ca maine vin cu recenzia de la Gazda (filmul), apoi urmeaza recenzia de la Throne of Glass, de la cele patru nuvele si de la Circul noptii, plus cele doua volume din Dispozitive Infernale si macar primul din Instrumente Mortale (volumul 4 a fost awesooome!). Concluzia? Stati cu ochii pe blog :) Am de gand sa fac recenzii tot mai des...
Dar cum incepe scoala, e timpul pentru rubricuta care ne va inveseli, nu? Astazi ma gandeam la cateva citate din Dispozitive Infernale, seria mea preferata mai nou... De acord?

“I promise to charm the dickens out of him,' said Will, sitting up and readjusting his crushed hat. 'I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.'
'The man's eighty-nine', muttered Jem. 'He may well have the problem anyway.” 

“Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?” 

“You know," Gabriel said, "there was a time I thought we could be friends, Will."
"There was a time I thought I was a ferret," Will said, "but that turned out to be the opium haze. Did you know it had that effect? Because I didn't.”

“Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?" 
"They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.”

“Must you go? I was rather hoping you'd stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must."
"I'll stay," Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. "I can minister angelically."
"None too convincingly. And you're not as pretty to look at as Tessa is," Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow.
"How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun."
Jem still had his eyes closed. "If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren't wrong.” 

“Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you? 
“It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.” 

“Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?" Will demanded with mock horror. "Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be." 
He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.” 

“Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.”

“They’re not hideous,” said Tessa.
Will blinked at her. “What?”
“Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.”
“I spoke,” said Will, in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.”
Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?”
“Mauve,” said Will.” 

“Will rolled up his sleeves. "We'll probably have to knock down the door--"
"Or," said Jem, reaching out and giving the knob a twist, "not."
The door swung open onto a rectangle of darkness.
"Now, that's simply laziness," said Will.”

“Drowning yourself won't help, she told herself sternly. Now, drowning Will, on the other hand...” 

“Trains are great dirty smoky things," said Will. "You won't like it." 
Tessa was unmoved. "I won't know if I like it until I try it, will I?" 
"I've never swum naked in the Thames before, but I know I wouldn't like it." 
"But think how entertaining for sightseers," said Tessa, and she saw Jem duck his head to hide the quick flash of his grin.”  (citatul meu favorit, dragilor!)

“So you're a Shadowhunter,' Nate said. 'De Quincey told me that you lot were monsters.'
'Was that before or after he tried to eat you?' Will inquired.” 

“Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. "A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth."
"But you are not a lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte began.
"Dear me," said Will. "Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.” 

“My name is Herondale," the boy said cheerfully. "William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very nice, is it?" He wandered toward the window, pausing to examine the stacks of books on her bedside table, and then the bed itself. He waved a hand at the ropes. "Do you often sleep tied to the bed?”

“Reparations,” said Jem very suddenly, setting down the pen he was holding.
Will looked at him in puzzlement. “Is this a game? We just blurt out whatever word comes next to mind? In that case mine is ‘genuphobia’. It means an unreasonable fear of knees.”
“What’s the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?” inquired Jessamine.”  

“Will smiled the way Lucifer might have smiled, moments before he fell from Heaven.”  (citatul asta ma face sa ranjesc malefic...)

“Blue does not go with everything," Will told her. "It does not go with red, for instance."
"I have a red and blue striped waistcoat," Henry interjected, reaching for the peas.
"And if that isn't proof that those two colors should never be seen together under Heaven, I don't know what is.” 

“A very magnanimous statement, Gideon,” said Magnus.
“I’m Gabriel.”
Magnus waved a hand. “All Lightwoods look the same to me.” 

“Well,” Tessa said, sighting along the line of the knife, “you behave as if you dislike me. In fact, you behave as if you dislike us all.”
“I don’t,” Gabriel said. “I just dislike him.” He pointed at Will.
“Dear me,” said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. “Is it because I’m better-looking than you?” 

Si acum, revenind la partile serioase, cred ca am gasit doua citate care ma descriu in totalitate:

“Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.”  

“Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.” (daa, e din Clockwork Princess, dar nu va suparati,  nu?)

Succes maine! Sper ca am reusit sa aduc macar un zambet pe buzele voastre si sa va conving sa cititi seria :)

11 comentarii:

Ralu spunea...

Good to have you back. >:D<
Frumoasă selecţie, trebuie neapărat să încerc seria.

Vero spunea...

Mi le-am amintit pe toate, ce am mai râs când le-am citit. Sunt aproape pe la sfârșitul Clockwork Princess, și nu mi-a venit să cred de Jessamine (mă refer la hăcuire).

dark_eyes spunea...

Ma bucur si eu sa va "revad" :)
Daaa, e o serie foarte frumoasa!

dark_eyes spunea...

Vero, sa nu te puna sfantu' sa nu imi spui ce parere ai avut de CP!

Rose. spunea...

Ceva poze din Londra? :* Iubesc oraşul ălaa.
Mi-a fost frică să nu dau peste ceva spoilere, că încă n-am citit Prinţul mecanic, aşa că o să-mi notez undeva să revin aici după ce o fac :3
Wiiiiillllll. Şi Jeeeeeeeeem <3

Anonim spunea...

Welcome back! Mi-au lipsit postarile tale :D
Abia astept recenziile! Am inceput si eu seria Instrumente Mortale :D

dark_eyes spunea...

@Rose: Vin si pozele azi sau maine :)
@Rox: Si mie mi-a fost dor de voi :* Oooo, abia astept sa iti vad parerea, desi am senzatia ca este putin mai slaba ca si ID. Printesa e de vina :))

Anonim spunea...

Tu cand postezi recenzia? M-a distrat ca ieri tocmai imi pregateam postarea cand am citit articolul tau si am vazut ca iar ne-am nimerit sa citim amandoua in acelasi timp cate o serie :D

dark_eyes spunea...

La IM1? :)) Culmea suntem!

Anonim spunea...

Da :)))

Diana DD spunea...

"Never trust a duck."
Oh, Will, cum sa nu te iubesc eu pe tine?

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