This is a very weird trilogy. The first book compelling in a very irritating way that left me feeling kind of hollow and manipulated. Book Two was just painful, for the most part. Through both books I often wondered why I was still reading them - probably because I had come to care for some characters too much to just leave them be.

And then there's this one, where to my complete and utter surprise, I found myself receiving gift over gift while reading. Everything I wished for these characters but didn't at all expect to ever get, I got.

As much work and frustration books one and two cost me, it was worth it. Kudos, Ms Rowell. I guess I was wrong about you.