i like to think that i’ve read a considerable amount of science fiction in my life.
two years ago, i spent an entire week of school evenings devouring the lunar chronicles and coming out the other end slightly angry because the hype lied and i could think up about 38163 better uses of my time. i’ve read three of the five books since and i’m wholly convinced it’s actually very lame (OK except maybe fairest. villain backstories are tragically irresistible even to fabulous beings (me) and i’m weak like that) (BUT SECRETS)
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