I knew what was coming. I knew it was bad. I knew James Roberts' infamousy. I thought I had prepared myself to shield my heart from all the grim happenings to come, that my heart had already taken the stabs from learning spoilers about the comic and stuff. That I could just nod my head and move on, having established a wall between me and the characters.
I was wrong ....
So so so so incredibly wrong
Don't get me wrong, I loved it to death but now I'm all stabbed and bleeding to death with the feels now. I'm mourning. On my birthday. Oh Windy, you're so smart, getting into the series and deciding to shoot through it all in one go the night before and the day of your birthday. So smart indeed. It's going to be a while before I get the will to read the RID side of things.
For all concerned. I'm still doing my utmost to have a happy day and it's going fine so no worries or excessive coddling.