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416 pages, Hardcover
First published January 6, 2015
The sun sank down like a giant golden pat of butter melting onto the corn of New Jersey. Or … wait. That abandoned city was kind of more like spinach than corn. So the sun sank down into the spinach of Jersey.
***Possible Spoilers for Steelheart Below***
“I felt like a cupcake on a steak plate”
&
“I mixed with ordinary people about the same way that a bucket of paint mixed with a bag of gerbils.”
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“Don’t do anything stupid.'
'Don’t worry,' I whispered over the line, 'I’m an expert on stupid.'
'You’re...'
'Like, I can spot stupidity, because I know it so well. The way an exterminator knows bugs really well, and can spot where they’ve been? I’m like that. A stupidinator.'
'Never say that word again,' Prof said.”
& my personal favorite
“You’re like a potato!” I shouted after her. “In a minefield.”
“Did you just invite me on a date … to spy on a deadly Epic planning to destroy the city?”
“Well, I don’t have a lot of experience with dating, but I’ve always heard you’re supposed to pick something you know the girl will enjoy.…”
She smiled. “Well, let’s get to it then.”
MOAR DAVID! ♥Hello Beautiful Book Blog
This one is long, but soooo worth it. My favorite part of the whole book:I don't have a whole lot to say about Firefight. There is still the big question looming what exactly is Calamity? We get a taste of the answer, but it is still a mystery that I can't wait to find out! This was kind of like another episode where things get resolved, but then another threat has surfaced. Mizzy was a nice addition to the characters. She was funny and brave. "Step One: find Regalia, then totally explode her. Lots and lots."
“You’re like a potato!” I shouted after her. “In a minefield.”
She froze in place. Then she spun on me, her face lit by a half-grown fruit. “A potato,” she said flatly. “That’s the best you can do? Seriously?”
“It makes sense,” I said. “Listen. You’re strolling through a minefield, worried about getting blown up. And then you step on something, and you think, ‘I’m dead.’ But it’s just a potato. And you’re so relieved to find something so wonderful when you expected something so awful. That’s what you are. To me.”
“A potato.”
“Sure. French fries? Mashed potatoes? Who doesn’t like potatoes?”
“Plenty of people. Why can’t I be something sweet, like a cake?”
“Because cake wouldn’t grow in a minefield. Obviously.”
She stared down the hallway at me for a few moments, then sat on an overgrown set of roots.
Sparks. She seemed to be crying. Idiot! I thought at myself, scrambling through the foliage. Romantic. You were supposed to be romantic, you slontze! Potatoes weren’t romantic. I should have gone with a carrot.”
“I mixed with ordinary people about the same way that a bucket of paint mixed with a bag of gerbils.” Same.
The sun sank down like a giant golden pat of butter melting onto the corn of New Jersey. Or … wait. That abandoned city was kind of more like spinach than corn. So the sun sank down into the spinach of Jersey.