why do I keep reading Rebecca Yarros books when she rips my heart out EVERY. DAMN. TIME.
MY SHIRT IS SOAKED. MY PILLOW IS SOAKED. IVE RAN OUT OF TISSUES. THAT ENDING WAS SO UNCALLED FOR.
Im supposed to be happy at the end of a book. DO I LOOK HAPPY???
when his secret job turns out to be that he's a wrestler... anddddd you lost me. I can no longer get into this book. sorry. wrestler in no way does it for me. in my head he is, in fact, in the CIA.
Um. Mistakes have been made. The guy I've been talking to found out I read. And asked what book character he reminds me of.
Umm. None? Have you killed anybody for me? Saved my life? Sacrificed your life/and or kingdom for me? Made me... idk shatter an armoire? No? Then shut up
REBECCA YARROS SUCKS
I thought maybe since I finished oynx storm I'd read one of her contemporary books
DONT DO IT
IM 2 CHAPTERS IN AND IVE SOBBED NONSTOP
I CANT BREATHE
WHO WRITES A BOOK WHERE
YOU CRY IN THE FIRST CHAPTER???
what an asshole (I say with love and respect 🫶)