

It’s that kind of book that causes a legitimate stirring in your chest, that causes pain, that causes swoons, that when you close it you are bereft because the book is over.

But for serious, this book, the first of the Lumatere Chronicles is everything I have ever wanted in a fantasy book.

I just want to take a victory lap after finishing this book, in fact I am going to go on a victory lap disguised as a run. Finnikin Of The Rock by Melina Marchetta is the best book that I’ve read so far this summer, I think. Sometimes I think we read books because they fill us up to the brim and we are able to walk about our lives knowing that these great, all encompassing stories exist and we’ve read them and want to share them with the world, to the point where people like me get all incoherent in our love.
