I didn’t open the last page first to see if the final word was “scar.” I didn’t skim through for the death tally. I started at the beginning like a good girl, and tried to pause at the end of every chapter to make sure I was processing all the details.
(oh yeah, and to take care of my family)
It might be that I haven’t read a book in a while, well, not one with chapters or plot anyway, but I thoroughly relished reading it. The end, I’ll admit, was cheesy (even by my standards) and yet I still enjoyed it. I think this book was a better piece of literature than the others, with the plot and character development. All I really want to say about the book, is just this:
(a very contended, relaxed, exhalation)
*** Edit: After sleeping on it I’ve come to peace with the ending. I don’t know what I was expecting, after all it is a piece of young adult literature. The ending, I conclude, is just right, and not even as melodramatic as I had first assumed. The world would be a better place with more cheese.