When I first opened this book, I actually wasn't all that excited. In fact, I actually didn't want to read this book. I forced myself to read this book.

But I don't regret reading it at all.

First impressions weren't that great, admittedly, just because the prologue kind of confused me. Since the prologue was made up of unconnected scenes, and since I wasn't that sure who that narrator was (apparently, it was death), I was afraid I wouldn't understand the entire book.

As you go through the book, though, the prologue starts to make sense.

Anyway, after the prologue, it was basically smooth sailing, in terms of my understanding the story.

The story was emotional, and it made me emotional. By the end of it, I was crying, and I don't think a book had ever made me cry before.

What shocked me was that I knew the ending. The narrator technically spoils the story, and you know the ending way before the actual ending, yet it still affected me so much when I actually reached that part of the story.

The end of this book was...different. It affected me in a different way than other books did.

First, of course, was the crying. That was definitely different. But, aside from that, I also felt...closure. A lot of times when I finish a book, I feel like a lot of things had been left hanging, and I get this strange feeling of disappointment in my stomach because of it. For some reason, I didn't feel that way with this book.

I always thought I was a 'happy ending' type of person, though I didn't expect a happy ending from this book. I didn't get one, of course, but, for some reason, I wasn't frustrated by it.

It was just an amazing book, and I'm so glad I forced myself to read it.