I hate this book. I hate this book so fucking much. I hate the characters. I hate the plot. I hate the ending. Honestly fuck the author. This book was so pretentious it made me sick. 

This is why I stick to fantasy where I can enjoy dragons and messy relationships that end in a happy ending where I’m not left in my room crying regretting ever picking up reading as an emotionally damaging diversion like an idiot 

I regret every minute I spent reading this… and yet… it’s one of my favourite books now so I guess I’m just a fucking masochist.