I enjoyed re-reading Addie, as I could trace her story breadcrumbs through each bite-sized chapter as I went. The first read-through was fun, but the second allowed me to notice some of the smaller details - the trees, the roots, the very specific books, and some of the tie-ins I missed the first time around.

Victoria Schwab's description of the book being filled with "defiant joy" still rings true, and so much of Addie and Henry here seemed to be two views on what makes a story and who can tell a story, and then what those who hear the story turn it into as well. I enjoyed re-reading it enough a second time that I may in fact slate it for a third time...