** spoiler alert ** 
 Like some well written books, their imagery and descriptive phrases entices me into a trap. 
 This book, was no different. I was trapped and I never wanted to leave. 
 My mind, like a film reel, starts displaying all sorts of images in my head and playing what Clare is writing. 
 It's been 2 days since I've finished the book. It's been around 4-5 days since I read about the Silent Brothers death from being horrified. 
 And as I'm sitting here, typing this review, I'm wondering was there a photo of the silent brother's torn mouth...screaming...and hands reaching with a floor of blood - did I really see it as an image or did I imagine the scene and it keeps replaying? 
 Somehow, I feel like reading this series is like taking illicit drugs. When I read it, I am in a whole new, revamped NYC and when I'm off it, I don't know if everything was just a hallucination or was that part of my reality.