Everyone has something of beauty about them. But loving let’s you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk. When you first love, you look blind and you see it all as the glorious, beloved whole, or a beautiful sum of beautiful parts. But when you see the one you love as pieces, as why’s, you can love those parts too, and it’s a love at once more complicated and more complete.
You may experience these symptoms as a direct effect of watching Mockingjay, Part II in theaters: shaking, elevated heart rate, and the urgent desire to keep the epic adventure alive. Fear not, because we’ve rounded up 8 books that will keep the hardcore games, dangerous dystopian worlds, and abundant adrenaline going:
As a survivor of a blood fever that wiped out a huge part of the population, Adelina belongs to the disenfranchised and discriminated people of her world – but now it’s time to stand up and seek revenge on those who have hurt her.
Instead of being separated by districts, the dwellers in the Zodiacuniverse live in houses according to horoscope, and it’s up to 16-year-old House Cancer member Rho to warn the rest of the galaxy when an exiled guardian of Zodiac legend comes back to exact revenge.
June is a prodigy being groomed for success in her government’s highest military circles, and Day is the country’s most wanted criminal – but when they meet, the truth of what has brought them together will change the course of the world as they know it.
Cassia doesn’t have to make any choices: the Society makes the right ones for her. But a glitch in their Matchmaking ceremony forces her to question whether the life that they’ve planned out for her is the right one.
In modern-day England, good witches and bad witches live alongside humans – and Nathan is both. He’s on the run and being hunted from both sides, but where do you turn when there’s no one safe to trust?
Moon colony-dweller Phaet Theta undergoes brutal training after joining the faceless Militia in order to save her family, but her plan starts to crumble when she realizes that her logically-ordered world is not what it seems.
Isn’t it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle–it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It’s not an act of bitterness. It’s an act if self-preservation. It’s not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?