La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
I knew the sound of someone trying to hold back tears in the dark, and I knew I was making them.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
I knew the sound of someone trying to hold back tears in the dark, and I knew I was making them.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
In that moment, I wondered when the last time was that I'd made eye contact with someone for this long.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
We looked at each other in the warm library light. His eyes were brown and guileless.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
You know what I mean. It's the eyes, I think. You look like you've got a million things going through your mind, but you're not saying them.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
I looked back at her face. Hers was the kind of liquid loveliness that held a secret: you look at it again and again, trying to catch it.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
His eyes registered curiosity before melting into that easy going expression. The one he wore like armor.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
He liked saying names, I noticed. First of last of both at once. Maybe in real life it was meant to be friendly, but names were dangerous in a fairy tale
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
And it made me wonder if we weren't a little bit alike. Behaving the way we had to to get by, while hiding a core that was a mystery even to ourselves.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
Is that all there is? The thought come to me on a scrap of song. The thing between us, the weird growing thing that looked like nothing head-on but sometimes glowed in the corners of my vision, like a secret. Was it just a crush, something as stupid as that? Would we get coffee now? Would he try to hold my hand?
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
She believed me, because we didn't lie to each other. Except when we did.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
I had...something with him. I'd never quite decided what that might be, but there was this skin of meaning that had attached itself to him. Maybe it was [...] the way our paths kept crossing like we were skaters spinning in a figure eight. Or maybe it was wanting to see that light in his eyes again, a possibility that made my skin flutter with heat rash.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
...and I never stopped hating the disconnect between what I saw in the mirror and how I felt.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
Unspoken things bloomed at the back of my throat, then went cold. And I decided: I'd give her one more day. One more stretch of rest before telling her the same old curse had found us, in a form I didn't fully understand.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
...because if you're not with the book you want, you might as well want the book you're with.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
Her silence was louder than his voice. It's her greatest power [...] She'll stare at you as you try to pull your thoughts together, to say something that'll reach her, but she'll never reach back.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
«Las Historias son perfectas. Las Historias son mundos enteros. He creado un mundo entero solo para ti, y en él consigues hacer lo que nadie logra: consigues vivir y vivir y vivir. Y todo terminará siendo como tiene que ser, pase lo que pase.» |
La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
Evité mirarme a los ojos mientras me lavaba los dientes, después me metí en la cama con un ejemplar de El asesino ciego, porque si no puedes estar con el libro que quieres, más vale que quieras el libro con el que estás.
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La puerta del bosque de Melissa Albert
—(…). En él no hay lecciones. Solo hay un mundo duro y horrible salpicado de una magia hermosa, en el que ocurren cosas espantosas. Y no ocurren por un motivo, ni en series de tres, ni de un modo que recuerde a la justicia. Los cuentos están ambientados en un lugar que no tiene reglas ni las quiere tener. Y la voz de la autora (la voz de tu abuela) es completamente despiadada. Es como una reportera de guerra a quien no le importa una mierda.
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