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204 pages, Paperback
First published February 9, 2017
“I won't hurt myself, I'm the spirit of youth and joy, remember?"
"You're a grown man and a nuisance."
"I'm your nuisance,�
“To die," Peter began, "would be an awfully big�"
"Don't start that again," Hook said. "Surely you could have come up with something new to say after ten years.�
He was angry with himself for feeling sick, for not being able to stop.You know that feeling - when you're on a rollercoaster, and it suddenly whooshes down and there's a funny sensation in your stomach because your body went down faster than your organs and you feel exhilarated and scared and on top of the world? That's how reading this story felt. It felt like a dream that walked a fine line between a nightmare and a daydream.
“What about you? Are you. . .?�If you read it and don't like it, I'll change my name. . .or something. Because this book is worth ruining my life for. (Who am I kidding, it already destroyed me I can't go through tissues fast enough with the amount it made me cry)
Hook gave a startled scoff. “Me? I was here long before you, and I plan to be here long after. Yes, I’m real.� There was a faint gleam in his eye. “You didn’t think you invented me, did you?�
Peter realized he has been terrified of that, terrified that Hook too could be swept away from him with a thought. But if it was at least the two of them. . . He took a deep breath, feeling adrift but less afraid than he had been a moment ago.
Peter realized he was waiting for some kind of probing curiosity in return-some remark on what Peter sounded like, or worse on his body-but James’s only encroachment on the subject was to say, “Your shirt has seen better days. Would you like one of mine? Assuming all my clothes haven’t been eaten by moths.�
All at once it became easier to breathe. “Yes,� Peter said. “Please.�
“I win,� he panted, grinning. He slowely lowered his sword to aim at Hook’s heart. One thrust, and it would be over. Peter wet his lips with his tongue. “This is it. You’re mine.�
“Am I?� Hook asked, as Peter drew back his sword. “Or are you mine?�
“I find that enemies are the most satisfying people to share secrets with,� Hook said. “If you must tell someone, tell someone who's sensitive to all your vulnerabilities, on account of trying to exploit them.�
“That doesn’t make sense.�
“I’m making excuses for you,� Hook said impatiently. “You seem like the type to bottle up without an excuse.�
“ODz?�
“Is that not what they call it,� Hook said, “when two men can think of nothing but each other?�
"That's the trick of growing up. Nothing stays the same." Hook sounded oddly sympathetic. "You see the faults in everything. Including yourself."
...the most unfortunate thing of all was that taking off the crown didn't make him look any less regal. That was all in his bearing, in his arrogance and grace.
His skin was stark canvas begging for ink, and Hook's touch was going to stain him forever.
“To die would be an awfully big—�
“Don’t start that again� surely you could have come up with something new to say after ten years.�
Hook gave a low chuckle. "Your obsession is flattering, Pan. And I share it."
"Obsession?"
"Is that not what they call it," Hook said, "when two men can think of nothing but each other?"
Hook gave a low chuckle. "Your obsession is flattering, Pan. And I share it."
"Obsession?"
"Is that not what they call it," Hook said, "when two men can think of nothing but each other?"
That was it. Everyone else had followed him at best, at worst tried to stop him or change him. Hook had matched him, and had never tried to protect Peter, had always done his worst. That was what felt so good.Throughout the novel, the writing style is exciting and compelling, full of twists and turns, paragraphs packed with action and more meditative passages.