I knew this book would be good. No matter how much I tried to stop myself from getting overexcited, I was like a toddler on a sugar and crack high. My exact words on finishing this book, "OMG this book is so good I want to claw my face out with my eyes". If you hadn't noticed, this statement is wrong on so many levels. 
 1) I said "OMG". 
 2) Generally good stuff doesn't make you want to claw yourself and 
 3) My face out with my eyes? Really? 
 But that is how this book made me feel on reading it. 
 At the beginning of the book I was absorbed in the same way I had been in the previous books. That kind of cute attatchment to the characters and an interest in the plot. Halfway through this book? No. This book is awesome. I dare you to not metaphorically sow your eyeballs to the page. This book has reduced me to, not quite speechlessness, but to blabbering weird and oddly violent half sentences. 
 I really don't even want to mention the plot (yeah this review sucks) because it was so unexpected-and I was deeply sceptical that I wouldn't guess exactly where this was headed. Everything was shocking and just hsefiohasefsa. 
 I did think about trying to order my thoughts and structure exactly WHY this book was so awesome, but honestly? Fuck it. There's just too much awesome. 
 READ THE GODDAMN THING AND UNDERSTAND 
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 EDIT: I completely understand that "hsefiohasefsa" isn't a word, but it is a testiment to this book that it transcends my own english language, basically I just fangasmed so hard.