I considered abandoning this book after one of the opening scenes where Idiot Main Character takes off his glasses and asks a mailbox on a date instead of the most desirable girl at school . . .

If I had known she would be the only significant female character, I would have abandoned it. I wish I had.

So tired of this shit.

The best kind of poems. Real and emotional and slyly funny and heartbreaking.

What a fucking flex.

This book was not for me, so take all this with a grain of salt. Emotional vocabulary is not an issue of mine (this is not a brag, my faults lie elsewhere) but I read it because two of my friends said it was recommended to them by their therapist, and who am I to turn down free therapy?

First, not Brown's fault, the kindle edition was formatted HORRIBLY. Big pages of quotes in the wrong spot, breaking up the text, or spoilers for text ahead. She would mention pictures that wouldn't show up until many pages later. Awful. If you read this, don't do kindle (and I love reading on my kindle).

But overall this was so meh. It was just a dictionary of words, and the insane part is that Brown admits in the introduction that she was going to do it alphabetically until some interns told her to organize it by category. WHY WOULD YOU ADMIT TO BEING SO DUMB. Anyway. This really is just a dictionary written like a diagnostic tool for people who don't know how to express emotion, so I found it very tedious and repetitive. Nothing she said was very insightful, and a good portion of the book was quotes from other people and Brown's other works, so it just felt like a money grab to me.

You know how children tell a joke and get a big laugh, and then they tell the same joke over and over expecting the same laugh?

That's how this entire book felt.

I cried so much. Perfect end to a perfect trilogy.

Love a fractured fairy tale.

My favorites were "One Lane Bridge" and 'Truth or Dare," but overall the collection itself was really good.

The first part was a little slow for me, but once it sank into the Stiefvater rhythm that I love, I couldn't put it down. No one blends magic and friendship and love like Stiefvater.