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The Fairytale Nerd: My Book Boyfriend #16: Christian Prescott, from Unearthly by Cynthia Hand

Monday, February 27, 2012

My Book Boyfriend #16: Christian Prescott, from Unearthly by Cynthia Hand


A weekly meme, hosted by The Unread Reader, in which we swoon over boys in books!

This week, my book boyfriend is

Christian Prescott
by Cynthia Hand


Tucker Avery is nice and all, but after reading Hallowed, I switched teams.

I am now Team Christian. 

I used to hate him in Unearthly. He was a jerk, and wanted him out of the picture. But in this book, I saw that he's actually not that bad, and that he can be good for Clara. I am not sure if it is genuine love that Christian is feeling for Clara, or if his feeling are merely motivated by obligation. But I fell in love with him this in book because he was always there for Clara. And there is this undeniable connection between them.

Favorite Scene:

This scene is from the second book, Hallowed. So if you haven't read it, skip it
“I had to choose,” he says again. “And it wasn’t like I had to choose between you and Kay; I hardly knew you then. I had to choose who I was going to be. But now . . . Clara, I think . . .”
“I have to go,” I say, pulling away from him abruptly. “I can’t think. I can’t choose.” To my bewilderment, he smiles, this completely sweet, sinful smile that sends a flock of butterflies straight to the pit of my stomach.
“What?” I demand to know. “What is it now?”
“You’re not going to go,” he says.
“Watch me.”
“I’ve been having a vision of this place, too.” This stops me from my wild, cowardly (how can he think I’m brave?) retreat back to the road. I turn. He’s still standing there by his mother’s grave, hands in the pockets of his jeans, looking at me with such heat behind his eyes that a tremble works its way through me from my head to my toes.
“You’re having a new vision, too?” I ask.
“It’s right here.” He walks toward me, his strides long and purposeful across the grass.
“Right now. I’ve been seeing it for weeks, and it’s happening right now.” He stops in front of me.
“This is the part where I kiss you,” he says.

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