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Every Book Is Different With It's Own Personality Just Like Children.

One Can Give Up Many Things For Love, But One Should Not Give Up Oneself.

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She Had Thought She Was Going To Save Her Mother, And Now There Was Going To Be Nothing For Her To Do But Sit By Her Mother's Bedside, Hold Her Limp Hand, And Home Someone Else, Somewhere Else, Would Be Able To Do What She Couldn't.

My Name Is Herondale," The Boy Said Cheerfully. "william Herondale, But Everyone Calls Me Will. Is This Really Your Room? Not Very Nice, Is It?" He Wandered Toward The Window, Pausing To Examine The Stacks Of Books On Her Bedside Table, And Then The Bed Itself. He Waved A Hand At The Ropes. "do You Often Sleep Tied To The Bed?