His attempts to parse the world into something he can understand and control comes from a deep sense of helplessness. This book was probably my first exposure to real OCD in a fictional character, too, so I appreciate Applegate dealing with it. A second later he was this racist jerkwad. Brave, cowardly, stand-up, self-centered. And April, again, we see them coming from a place of mutual respect and trust.
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His attempts to parse the world into something he can understand and control comes from a deep sense of helplessness. This book was probably my first exposure to real OCD in a fictional character, too, so I appreciate Applegate dealing with it.
A second later he was this racist jerkwad. Brave, cowardly, stand-up, self-centered. And April, again, we see them coming from a place of mutual respect and trust.
I love the couple moments we get when she casts Jalil a joke meant specifically for him, or they share a little Can you believe this? They still argue, but I feel like this time they collectively acknowledge their stress and back down, rather than having April yell them into submission.
Even Christopher, usually the most needlessly provocative of the lot, starts playing his role in keeping the peace in the group. Hel is deeply frightening and repulsive I made the mistake of reading her introduction scene while eating lunch. So this was probably back to being more of a 3-star book You just have to buckle up and be down for the ride. I put away the soap, I tried to walk away.
I had washed my hands five times. Five was four too many. I knew that. But seven was the number. Not five. Seven was safe. Had to be seven. No reason. Why even ask? There could not possibly be a reason.
People washed their hands once. In an entire day, maybe twice, three times. But there was no point resisting. Two more and I would be free, for a while. That was the number. I lived here. I lived there. But only here did the dark, ritual impulses rule me. Only here. This was the world of reason. This was the world where cause and effect were always cause and effect; they did not reverse order. This was the world that could be added and subtracted, divided and multiplied, where circles were functions of pi, where all objects fell at the same constant race of acceleration, where laws of physics were laws, not suggestions.
This was my world. The world of two plus two equals four every time. No wizards, no witches, no dragons, no trolls, no gods and goddesses. My world, understandable, decipherable, logical. But it was here, here in this world that I stood helpless at my sink, and washed my hands again because the number, you see, is seven.
The pig was going to rip my face open. The pig was going to kill me. But then, quite calmly, the pig climbed down off me. It trotted about six steps, then paused, turned, and looked at us with amused contempt.
Then the pig said, "Give me your apples. Just another day in Everworld. Gangly, wiry, skinny, pick your adjective. I prefer lean myself. A black poindexter, most people think. She winked at David. I sense the cosmic rightness of this decision. I believe it may involve the attraction of a crystal, or possibly just fluctuations in my own magnetic fields.
She was trying to provoke me, of course. Welcome To Everworld. It had become our all-purpose phrase. Somehow Christopher and I had become polarized. Like opposite ends of a magnet. If I was positive, he was negative. What was that movie with that killer leprechaun? Bet they show that on every channel. Teeth not chattering now, but grinding into one another, grinding so that I was sure my teeth would splinter, leaving me to gnaw on the bared nerves.
I have five shallow puncture wounds across the back of my shoulders. We were a sorry-looking bunch. The filthy lurachmain, of course. The lurgadhan. Who else would dare? Who would rob Nidhoggr in his own den? None but the little thieves, the grubbers after treasure, the most vile and despicable leprechauns. He nodded. Had to be. Sooner or later, there had to be leprechauns.
Realm of the Reaper
I always knew I what I wanted. So far his quest to put logic to the jumbled mess that is Everworld has proved to be the most interesting. This is the most intensely violent of the books thus far — a definite 8 on the creep-o-meter. If I ever knew that answer I might have the same power over her that she had over me. I believe it may involve the attraction of a crystal, or possibly just fluctuations in my own magnetic fields. She regained control of her emotions.
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