It was a morning like other mornings, and yet perfect among mornings.
This book was nice. I don‘t have any unusual adjectives because it really was nice. Not as a lesser word for great but as a comforting read. The characters are very lovable and captured me immediately. Their story of love (not just romantic, but really all sorts) was so beautiful, it gave a new look on what we classify as “love”. I won‘t say this book made me cry or feel any extreme emotions, but it left a sense of comfort and warmth.
I finished this book ages ago. But I procrastinated against writing a review… which is not good for me but here I am. Anywho, this book — albeit traumatising — is brilliant. Are there scenes which are horrifying? Yes. Are there scenes which are so vividly described you get goosebumps? Yes. How do I feel about this? I love you, Leigh Bardugo. Seriously though, it never hurts to have a bit more trauma, especially not when it‘s well written.
I finished this book — what seems like — ages ago, and I genuinely love this book. There‘s so much to say about this book; how well it was written, the lovable characters, or even the merciless author who made me cry. But no matter what I say about it, it wouldn‘t be enough to describe how brilliant this book is. I wouldn‘t recommend this to the lighthearted, but if you need an ‘ugly cry book‘ then this is the one for you.