Every now and again, a book comes around that takes readers by the collar and pulls them in, making them obsessed with it. We see everyone gushing about it and praising it to high heavens. But then that crest begins to plateau and the disappointments start rolling in. The whole ‘Booktok lied to me’ and ‘Finally here’s an honest review’ thing starts, which is a rather questionable stand to take (a discussion for a different day, perhaps). The same thing happened with Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros and I obviously wanted to get in on the action. One, because of it being everywhere and hard to miss. Two, because of that GORGEOUS cover! And I did read it.
The Melodramatic Bookworm 