I'm dying. I was not at all prepared for all of the feelings and emotions this book would bring up. Not only did I deal with and wade through the bipolar parent emotion and the absentee mom emotion but also the being a writer and reader of fanfiction and the long nights at midnight premiers for numerous series (most notably Harry potter of course) and it just took me right back to those nights, getting Deathly Hallows, watching part 2 in theaters and sobbing hysterically knowing this world, this chapter in my life was over forever, only to be recreated in my memories. I'll never be able to read HP for the first time again. I'll never be able to experience that midnight release of the last book again. But I can relive the stories and recreate them through fanfiction and through novels like this and that makes me incredibly thankful. Such an amazing and bittersweet book for me. I'm sorry this review is basically a jumble of words. It's late. I'm sick. And I'm emotional, dammit!