Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros

This is honestly my third or fourth re-read of this book since its release, and it still has its claws firmly in my heart.

I’ve gone on a massive journey through the romantasy genre, discovering new loves and forming deeper connections than I ever thought possible. So coming back to this book was intimidating—I worried it wouldn’t live up to the magic of my memories.

Thankfully, it didn’t just live up to it—it soared. I adore this book just as much on my fourth read as I did on my very first. Sure, I can see more of the flaws now, and I truly understand some of the criticisms others have. But for me? Those flaws don’t even come close to dampening my love for this story.

Violet’s journey resonates deeply with me. Tairn and Andarna are nothing short of perfection. And Xaden? Let’s just say I’m still utterly, hopelessly obsessed.

I’m not someone who cries easily at books. It takes something monumental to coax a tear from me. But when I say I bawled during you-know-what... I mean ugly, heart-shattering sobs. Even now, as I’m writing this, I feel tears welling up because all I can see are the comparisons to my baby brother. The signs were there all along, and yet, knowing what was coming, I read on, watching as my heart was slowly ripped from my chest until it was ultimately shattered once again.

I don’t think I’ll ever fall out of love with this series. If the journey I went on last year before picking it up again is any indication, this story is here to stay, forever etched in my soul.

Read it and form your own opinion. It’s not perfect. It’s not for everyone. But for me? It’s everything, and I’ll love it forever and always.