Read this for the first time when I was 12 back in either late 2011 or early 2012. It held so much power over me at the time, and as I began my first ever reread of Legend (late December 2018), I was worried that it wouldn’t be the same.
I was wrong.
My worries were for nothing.
This novel still brought everything to me in all of the emotional ranges, and it gave me an extra one this time around called nostalgia.
Marie Lu was one of the first authors I fell head over heels for, and it all started because I thought her book looked pretty in a bookstore.
Fate is a magical thing.