i don't think i could put into words how much i loved reading a memory called empire.

it was difficult to wrap my head around the poetic language ideals, since i barely have a grasp on english as is, and i'm literally english. i also have, ultimately a pea brain, so it could very well be that too. having said that, i genuinely got so wrapped up in this book, i probably forgot to breath for a while, or like eat. 

the empire was clear in that power can devour and change the remaining culture but it becoming a part of normal life, eventually, that it's hard not to at the very least see few good aspects. 

i didn't know who to trust, who to like but found mahit hilarious and adored three seagrass. their budding friendship, and the constant gay panic was blissful and i eat it all up like it were my last meal on this earth.