lena haloway

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D E L I R I U M  trilogy: locations → T h e  W i l d s

Trees close in around us,  l e a v e s  and  b u s h e s  press on me from all sides, brushing my face and shins and shoulders like  t h o u s a n d s  of dark hands, and from all around me a strange cacophony starts up, of fluttering things and owls hooting and animals scrabbling in the underbrush. The air smells so thickly of flowers and life it feels   t e x t u r e d, like a curtain you could pull apart.

I want to reminisce all the feels I had while reading Delirium Trilogy

My over all reaction on Alex and Lena’s sappy romantic moments in Delirium:

When they both shared their first kiss, I was like:

And that moment when Alex took Lena to the wilds and he read that poem “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” and they ended up cuddling each other:

My reaction when I thought Alex died:

When I start reading pandemonium without Alex in it, I’m like this:

And when Lena start to have feelings for Julian:

And when they kissed:

And my reaction when Alex reappears:

But then he says the words “Don’t Believe Her”:

So my whole reaction after reading Pandemonium was this:

When Alex told Lena he doesn’t love her anymore:

When Lena finally met her mother:

That time where Alex and Julian face each other and the fight done it all and I’m all “Go Alex! Go Alex!”:

And when he apologizes to Lena but she refuse to look at him:

My reaction when Alex Left a note for Lena:

And when she won’t believe what coral says about Alex who’s still Inlove with her:

But then at the end, they admit that they still love each other, and Alex kisses her, so I’m like:

But then last part of Requiem ruined me, so I’m this:

My over all reaction after reading Delirium Trilogy:

Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.
—  Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium
He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.
—  Lauren Oliver, Delirium
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D E L I R I U M  trilogy: locations →  3 7    B r o o k s

The best part of 37 Brooks is the garden in the back. An enormous overgrown lawn winds between ancient trees, so thick and gnarled and knotted their arms twist overhead and form a canopy. The sunlight filters through the trees and spots the grass a pale white. 

…..

But somehow it’s not gross or frightening. Somehow it’s kind of nice, and it makes me think of woods and endless cycles of growth and death and regrowth -like what we’re really hearing is the house folding down around us, centimeter by centimeter.

And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It’s the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.
—  Lauren Oliver, ~Lena Haloway, Delirium