When I close my eyes, I can still see the boy. Standing there waiting. For me. Which seems more important than the sadness or the possibility of dying some gruesome fiery death. He's waiting for me.
I've only begun this one, but so far, I quite like it. I'm really hoping I'll love this one; I know a lot of reviewers who typically loathe PNR practically worship Cynthia Hand, so I hope I'll be right behind them.
What are you reading this Tuesday? Leave a link below!
(Also, just a note: sorry I've been really shitty at commenting these past few days. I am disgustingly sick and just have not had the energy to do anything involving effort.)