It is extremely rare that I find a book I would happily read again. I used to be a serial re-reader, until I had the bibliophile "problem" of too many books and not enough hours in the day to read them all. It was Steph @ Cuddlebuggery who insisted that I read The Winner's Curse by Marie Rutkoski. "It's epic!" she exclaimed (and she may have held her dagger to my throat, too... we don't discuss that). I realized two things: Steph's dagger is plastic and The Winner's Curse is one of the best books I've ever read. 
 Now, I could get into all the details, like how the writing is like poetry, or how Marie Rutkoski builds us a world that is as beautiful as it is dangerous, with lavish jewels and aristocrats, and dark alleys and murder. Or I could tell you that the protagonist, Kestrel, was a character I liked from the start, because she was deeply thoughtful and saw a world different from that of her peers. Or I could say that Arin, despite his character flaws and inability to make a freaking MOVE already, was the perfect hero in this story because he understood, like Kestrel, that the world isn't black and white. 
 I could do and say all those things, but I'm just going to leave you with this instead: