You will just have to believe me that I never, ever, cry at movies, and when I “cry” at stories and books that means my eyes kind of sting and my chest feels all funny.
I am sitting here with tears streaming down my face and it’s the fourth time during the last 200 pages that it’s happened.
I can’t even. I just.
I will not claim it’s a perfect book or a perfect series. But oh my god, it’s so perfect for what it is. I can't begin to talk about what I liked and disliked in the last book without ruining the first five, and I am not going to be coherent about it for days, at any rate.
Oh my god, Francis.
Grade: A
Originally posted 2008
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