April 2021: nothing to add. I’m broken and put back together. Did I cry? Multiple times? Did it affect me to the point that I got asked if I was okay irl? It’s more likely than you think.

June 2020 review: How am I supposed to just...move on? Pick up another book and not expect it to be as amazing as this one was? How are other books going to compete? How am I supposed to just go about my day knowing that this book is standing on my shelf, waiting to be read for the third time in a year. How? What day is it? When was the last time I showered? Do tears streaming down my cheeks count? I'm counting it.

January 2020 review: Uh-huh, sure. Yeah. I'm- ...fine? Sure. Let's go with that. I might've just read my favorite book of 2020, in the first month of the year. Probably one of my favorite books of all time? Maybe. Probably. Am I fine? Sure. I guess. Yeah. Am I crying? Maybe. Probably.