La ciudad desolada de Ransom Riggs
I, too, said a silent goodbye, to a place that had changed me forever —and the place that, more than any graveyard, would forever contain the memory, and the mystery, of my grandfather.
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La ciudad desolada de Ransom Riggs
I, too, said a silent goodbye, to a place that had changed me forever —and the place that, more than any graveyard, would forever contain the memory, and the mystery, of my grandfather.
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La ciudad desolada de Ransom Riggs
Just because they knew it was lost didn't mean they knew how to let it go.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
I thought of everything I was about to leave behind -my parents, my town, my once-best-and-only-friend - and I realized that leaving wouldn't be like I had imagined, like casting off a weight. Their memory was something tangible and heavy, and I would carry it with me.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize that we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries -but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
Her hand was on my arm. Then her head was on my shoulder, and I could feel her chin tracking slowly toward my face. This was kiss-me body language if there ever was such a thing. In a minute our faces would be level and I have to choose between locking lips or seriously offending her by pulling away [...]
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
How could I possibly stay here and leave behind everything I'd known? But after all I learned, how could I go home?
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
[...] and I tried to remember what my life had been like in that unfathomably distant era that was four weeks ago, or imagine what it might be like four weeks from now -but I couldn't.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
You can get sick of anything if you have too much of it.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
The reality of her words filtered through, and the tingly magic of what had just happened between us numbed out.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
She took my hands and looked at me, and I looked back. It was almost more intense than kissing, the just looking.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
And then we were kissing. The profoundness of our lips touching and our tongues pressing and my hand cupping her perfect white cheek barred any thoughts of right or wrong or any memory of why I had followed her there in the first place.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
I listened for the voice in my head telling me not to kiss her, but it had gone silent.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
Besides, there was the way she beamed at me, smiling with her whole self, and how a coy gesture like tucking her hair back could make me want to follow her, help her, do anything she asked. I was hopelessly outmatched.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
I held up the phone and took her picture. She just shook her head, as if nothing about my bizarre world could surprise her anymore.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
I didn't know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I like it. It felt silly and fragile and good.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
She moved to pinch me again but I blocked her hand. I'm not expert on girls, but when one tries to pinch you four times, I'm pretty sure that's flirting.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
I sparked with excitement -not only at her touch, but at the thought of the day that lay ahead, full of endless possibility. Though in a million superficial ways it would be identical to the day before -the same breeze would blow and the same tree limbs would fall- my experience of it would be new. So would the peculiar children's. They were the gods of this strange little heaven and I was their guest.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
But why not? If I never went home, what exactly would I be missing? I pictured my cold cavernous house, my friendless town full of bad memories, the utterly unremarkable life that had been mapped out for me. It had never once occurred to me, I realized, to refuse it.
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El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
It was as if the constance of their lives here, the unvarying days -this perpetual deathless summer- had arrested their emotions as well as their bodies[...]
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La edad de la inocencia