Mead took a cheese grater to my fragile, beating heart and shredded it. My soul is seriously angsting. Please, don’t let it be so. The end of this story is so perfectly awful. I’m starting book four immediately, in the hopes that what I believe happened did not really happy, but oh, God, I think it did.
Dear Universe: I’m begging you for mercy. My poor little reader heart can’t take much more.
I love this whole series so far. It drags me in deeper each book, and I enjoy watching the characters grow. I feel sure they should all be part of my life.