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384 pages, Hardcover
First published September 5, 2017
If they love you for anything, it will be for your beauty.Both portrayed as sympathetic women, defined by the fact that neither are truly human, not quite alive (Mina lacks a heart, and Lynet is made from snow) and searching for love.
“Being delicate had killed her mother, and yet he was so eager to bestow that quality on her.”
Lynet smiled and nodded and thanked them until the Pigeons were finished. Perhaps it was flattering to be fussed over, but she knew their fondness wasn’t for her own sake. They loved her mother, and Lynet looked like her mother, so they thought that they loved her, too.
“Every time you shudder from the cold or wrap yourself more tightly in your furs, it reminds me that somewhere, the sun shines more brightly than it does here. You carry it in your skin.”
“There are worse things in the world to be than delicate. If you're delicate, it means no one has tried to break you.”
“Weak or strong - she didn’t know what they meant anymore. Maybe they didn’t mean the same thing for everyone.”
"If they love you for anything, it would be for your beauty."
"You'll see too, one day. Once you grow older, someone else will be waiting to take your place, someone younger and prettier than you. I knew that day was approaching for me. I knew even when you were still a child. So why am I so surprised to learn that I'm being thrown aside? Why am I always so surprised?"
The truth still hung like a vicious blade between them: Only one of them could be queen. Only one of them could win.Snow white is one of my least favourite fairy tales. Aside from the seven dwarves (I'm talking about disney version), what's there to like in that story? Snow white is extremely stupid even for my seven-year-old self standard and basically I hate almost everything about it ever since I was seven and I first saw the disney version. So a feminist retelling of snow white with sapphic girls and not-so-evil stepmother got me really excited for this book. While there were no lively dwarves here, or prince who saved snow white was not a girl(there is still an adorable f/f romance) and it didn't manage to completely blow me away as I expected, I liked it very much. Very much indeed.
“No,” Lynet said. “It was always you I wanted, from the first time you found me hiding in that tree. My mother is the woman who watched me grow, who combed my hair every night with her own hands. You’re the mother I chose, the one I love.This book also have some great feminist vibes which was the main reason I wanted to read this and trust me it did not dissapoint in this aspect. This book have great lessons for young girls such as your physical appearance is not important, that you're perfect as you are and truly capable of love.
You'll find something that is yours alone. And when you do, don't let anyone take it from you.There were two romances here and gladly both of them did not dissapoint. I actually liked Lynet's and Nadia's romance more then that of Mina's. I'm wee bit dissapointed that Nadia didn't play any important role in the actuall story but I really loved her as Lynet's love-interest.
“Some wounds never heal,” Nadia said. She shyly reached for Lynet’s right hand, turning it over so her palm was facing up. “But many do.” Nadia’s fingers ran over the scars that striped Lynet’s palm where the dagger’s handle had burned her. Her hands were soft, her touch soothing, so Lynet didn’t move her hand away.I can't say anything about Mina's romance without giving away spoilers but lets just say that it was also pretty adorable and nice. Both of these romance were slow burn and started from friendship and trust.
“How can you tell which can be healed and which can’t?” Lynet asked in a whisper. And she knew they both heard the other question that hung unasked between them: Which one are we?
The blood served as a reminder of who she was, what she was made of. She was blood and snow, and so she would be like the snow, like the pine needles, like the winter wind: sharp and cold and biting. Snow didn’t break or shatter, and neither would she. All she had to do was be true to her nature.
Cold as snow, sharp as glass. Lynet rose to her feet. She still had a long way to go.
Cold as snow, sharp as glass
“There are worse things in the world to be than delicate. If you're delicate, it means no one has tried to break you.”
Perhaps she was so broken that she had become unbreakable.
At least if I’m dead, I won’t turn into her.
“If they love you for anything, it will be for your beauty.”
But I didn’t need to go south—I had already found what I wanted.”
Lynet was keenly aware of her thudding heartbeat. “Where did you find it?” she asked.
“She fell out of a tree one morning.”
Is there a cure for me, do you think?
I’m not sure that you need one.
Weak or strong - she didn’t know what they meant anymore. Maybe they didn’t mean the same thing for everyone.