I truly don’t think I have the words to describe what reading ACOSF felt like & meant to me. It’s was beautiful, heartbreaking, ugly, forgiving, healing, messy. It was badass & frustrating. It was dark. It was hot. I laughed out loud. I sobbed. I smiled. I talked to this damn book so many times. SJM continues to build her ACOTAR world with grace & an insight into what it means to learn to love oneself. & don’t even get me started on the theme of female friendship & chosen family or I’ll be in tears again.