I'm still not anywhere near to writing a proper review for this book. It's been 5 months now and I'm still a mess of emotions. I swear, I've developed a split personality disorder with the ending we got. Someone compared this feeling to a vortex in their review, and I couldn't agree more. I feel like I'll be forever swimming in this vortex. 
 On some days I'd feel *almost* okay about stuff, thanks to a few people who basically glued me back together again. I won't say the names, but you know who you are. Thank you all for your eternal patience. (@Nessy, I know you are reading this, and if you are wondering, yes, you are one of those people. I mean, you dedicated your whole review to me, so I had to let you know. :P) 
 If I squint out of the corner of my eye, the ending almost makes sense to the story. Almost. If you don't think too much about how it all really went on and the implications. Yes, if I try hard enough, I can find excuses and reasons for almost anything. I invented a whole lot of explanations why I supposedly understand this, and maybe I'll write them down here some day, so you guys see how a tired mind can justify anything, just to stop hurting, just so I could move on to happier thoughts. 
 But every once in a while I would see someone's update, or read a review that resonated too deeply with my own feelings, and I would understand how flimsy the peace I made with the ending is. I don't know what it would take to get over all this. Read Untamed, maybe? 
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 I have trouble dealing with the resolution of this series. 
 But I'm sure most people will like how it ended, so don't let my personal feelings discourage you. It was poignant and beautiful and funny and painful at the same time.