I-I think I blacked out at the end of this book. I… I am beyond shocked. Beyond awed. This was a literary masterpiece. Nothing has ever shocked me quite like the twist in the epilogue. Will I recover? Probably not. Will I desperately refresh Brynne Weaver’s social media pages waiting on the announcement for the next book? You fucking betcha.
Here are some thoughts I had while reading because I truly don’t have a review. I’m still in shock and need at least 5-7 business days to process what the fuck I just read.
I’m so sorry. Nolan dinging that bicycle bell assassinated all the tension of Harper on the hill and I CACKLED.
Everything about Arthur is so endearing and I love him. I’m not proud of the number of times I cried while he was present on the page.
Nolan is kind of a baddy and I’m HERE for it.
Harper, baby, seek therapy.
Morpheus is my dream companion and I won’t be answering questions about that, thanks.
Anyway, if you hear an endless, warbling banshee shriek in the night, that’s just me having finished this book and trying to process WHAT THE FUCK that plot twist at the end was and HOW DARE YOU, Brynne Weaver, I NEED ANSWERSSS.
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