I'm on the floor. Literally. I just. Turned the last page and. Melted into the floor. Now I will proceed to die. 
 This book. THIS WHOLE SAGA. I swear to fucking God I am WRECKED. I am unmistakebly, undebatably, broken. Who will take charges for my undeniable death? That's right. NO ONE WILL. Fuck all of you, you damn writers. Who gave you the RIGHT. 
 Since I feel empty and hollow and been devoid of feelings, I will proceed to write down all the thoughts that went through my head from book one up until now: 
 - alright, let's see 
 - okay 
 - mmm 
 - i get it 
 - wait what 
 - oh 
 - oH 
 - WAIT NO 
 - DON'T DO THAT 
 - ah, that was a close... 
 - OHWAITFUCK 
 - NO 
 - NOOOOOO 
 - sexsexsexsex 
 - dear god when will this end 
 - things are going too well where is the tra... 
 - WHAT THE FUCK 
 - DAMN 
 - STOP THIS 
 - YES YOU DIE YOU MOTHERFUCKING IDIOT 
 - ... 
 - and now what 
 So yeah. You basically don't know what the hell is going on until like. The last two chapters. Fucking Laurent and his calculating mind. Just. Read this. It will take all your hopes and aspirations and crash them against the floor and then dance over them. But it is worth it. I think.