This book was fun. Did I have one too many flashbacks to my first year of university while reading it? Yes. Did it make me grateful for my own ridiculous experiences, for the friends I made, the things I learned? Hell yes.
I went into this book with little to no expectations; I’d seen a flux of artsy photos of its cover (probably in anticipation of the third book in the series being released in October) as well as some pretty jaw-dropping fan art, and I read some reviews, which were mostly mixed between love and hate for the series. After reading it, I found myself, unfortunately, on the disappointed side of things.
So I don’t know about you, but fantasy books seem to give me the worst kind of book-hangover imaginable. Not knowing what to do with myself, I usually drown my fiction-induced emotions out with music. Because that’s healthy??
I have a very vivid memory, from years ago, when I made my parents drive me to the bookstore the day City of Glass came out. As I walked out of the store, two girls a few years older than me sat at a small table eating cinnabons (the cinnabon store was appropriately placed next to the bookstore), and they spotted me holding the book fast against my chest, and then they smiled, as one said “she’s here for the same reason we are”