Omigosh i Luuuuurved this one!!

Leah Raeder is not your usual fluffy romantic Ahhhhh kind of writer, hell most of the time you want to punch the MC in the face!

But Oh. My. God. She can WRITE, her words are like poetry, just beautiful.

In this book Vada the MC is an artist, so everything is about colours and brush strokes, ugh just beautiful.

“Red. Harvest red. A jacket of russet, and sienna, and umber.” She didn’t object to extra words, so I went on, “Soot-black socks. A vest of pure snow. And amber . . . buttons. Old, wise amber that holds the sun, and carries it into the darkness, like tiny lamps.”“Is it a fox?” she whispered.