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book of the month: bury our bones in the midnight soul, by v.e schwab
notes on the text: three women. three choices. three fates. three forces: the head, the heart, & the hunger. everything in this book is about hunger — not just for blood; but for connection, meaning, the lengths one can (& will) go to, to avoid being afraid or alone — about finding & losing what it means to be human. this story gnaws at you, nips at your heels the more time you spend with it: because how do you become a monster? how you do unbecome human? when does the face in the mirror become unrecognizable? v.e schwab manages to write about women in a way that very few can — horrific & heartbreaking at the same time; viscerally, violently, viciously vulnerable: women whose love is like a lash against flesh. it's the season of the vampyre – & you will be seared through.
most memorable quote: "the fact is, whether death takes you all at once, or steals pieces over time, in the end there is no such thing as immortality. some of us just die slower than the rest."
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BOBITMS SPOILERS
Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil:
Jess. Freckles like stars across her cheeks.
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue:
“Jess,” she says, supplying the name he can’t find, because it isn’t there. “It’s okay,” she says, “if you don’t remember.”
........so Lottie definitely fucked Addie LaRue
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🥀💀🍒 Charlotte + Alice
Meet the women of Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil! Love them or hate them, you’ll never forget them.
All first edition copies of Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil are signed by the author (while supplies last)!
The art featured in this image is by Abigail Larson.
WHAT IT’S ABOUT
From V. E. Schwab, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue: a new genre-defying novel about immortality and hunger.
Santo Domingo de la Calzada, 1532.
London, 1827.
Boston, 2019.
Three young women, their bodies planted in the same soil, their stories tangling like roots. One grows high, and one grows deep, and one grows wild. And all of them grow teeth.
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there is NOT enough bury our bones in the midnight soil art yet so I had to make some
anyway enjoy Sabine and her bitch ex husband
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Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil by V.E. Schwab
Illustration by AndieBurky
When I tell you this book was GOOD good…….
*Do not steal/copy/print or reupload to any platforms without permission. Reblogs welcome!
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"I like to jokingly say that this book is three novellas in a trench coat because it is each of their stories. I structure my books before I write them; first, I structure the book narratively, which is the order in which the reader experiences it, then I shift it to chronological order in order to write it. That means I don’t actually write the book in the order that the reader experiences — I write the book in the order that the characters experience it. I built all three women in chronological order and then found the intersections in their timelines in order to maintain clarity of voice between them. I also like to create a headline for each of my characters; the way I broke it down for Sabine, Charlotte and Alice is that Alice lives in her head, Charlotte lives in her heart and Sabine lives in her hunger. Those become the driving forces for each character in terms of how they navigate the world. Charlotte was the most internal, the most romantic, the most emotional and emotive. Alice was the most neurotic, the most anxious, the most self-aware. Sabine was the hungry, insatiable, and really self-actualized character."
V.E. Schwab for B&N Reads
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Sabine and María 🥀
Currently about halfway through "bury our bones in the midnight soil" by V. E. Schwab , and really enjoying the amount of lesbianism so far 🙂↕️✨️
(Might not be super accurate, since I've been discovering new information here and there while drawing this lmao)
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"I've been wanting to ask, why does the bird wear a tiny hat?" "I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it." KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025)
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Meet me by the old oak and we’ll run free ✨🍂🐺
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Wolfwalkers (2020) dir. Tomm Moore and Ross Stewart
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i learned about a stupid looking bird today and i cant stop laughing

its called a crested satinbird (cnemophilus macgregorii)
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It is with the heaviest of hearts that I bring you sad news today. Murphy, the eagle who incubated a rock (and later raised a foster eaglet after his rock "hatched"), passed away at age 33 (almost a decade longer than long-lived wild eagles!). A tornado hit his local area. It's believed he sustained blunt force head trauma, likely from spooking during the high winds, as his cage and fellow eagles were unharmed.

Murphy is survived by his foster son, Baby 23-126, who was successfully released into the wild, and a second foster eaglet he was still caring for; this eaglet is expected to be able to be released as well.

I know a lot of people on Tumblr enjoyed seeing his story, and I know we will remember him fondly.
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