The Nerd's Word #10: Waiting On Black City by Elizabeth Richards + Swooning Over First Comes Love

"Waiting On"

A book I cannot wait to get my hands on.
hosted by Jill at Breaking the Spine

Black City (Black City Chronicles #1)

by Elizabeth Richards

Expected publication: November 13th 2012 by G.P. Putnam's Sons BYR 

A dark and tender post-apocalyptic love story set in the aftermath of a bloody war. In a city where humans and Darklings are now separated by a high wall and tensions between the two races still simmer after a terrible war, sixteen-year-olds Ash Fisher, a half-blood Darkling, and Natalie Buchanan, a human and the daughter of the Emissary, meet and do the unthinkable--they fall in love. Bonded by a mysterious connection that causes Ash's long-dormant heart to beat, Ash and Natalie first deny and then struggle to fight their forbidden feelings for each other, knowing if they're caught, they'll be executed--but their feelings are too strong. When Ash and Natalie then find themselves at the center of a deadly conspiracy that threatens to pull the humans and Darklings back into war, they must make hard choices that could result in both their deaths.

Sounds like another post apocalyptic Romeo and Juliet story. For the past two months, I think I've read at least two books with a similar theme as this. They were not as mind blowing as I expected them to be, so I have high hopes for this one.

What are you waiting on?

Swoon:

Lines and/or scenes from a book that made me swoon.
hosted by the girls at YA Bound

This week's swoon comes from First Comes Love by Katie Kacvinsky.

Why am I so nervous? Come on, Gray. Use your animal instincts here.
“Are you sure?” I ask again.
I don’t want her to feel pressured. I’ve heard girls change their mind at the last minute. Panic. I can understand. They’re the ones letting us inside. They feel the pain more than the pleasure, at least the first time. I don’t want Dylan to feel any pain. That thought almost makes me lose all my nerve.
She stands up from the bed and steps toward me. She reaches her arms around my neck. She reassures me with a kiss that starts out slow but then she opens her lips and I stop thinking and suddenly all I’m capable of sensing is how she feels and how she tastes. My fingers curl around her hips and I pull at her dress and squeeze the fabric until it balls up in my fists and I really want to rip it off. We fall back on the bed.
I don’t have to worry about anything because it’s Dylan, it’s me—it’s perfect. We can’t be wrong together. This realization gives me the confidence to take the lead. To pull her clothes off. To show Dylan how much I love her.