I started to like this book from page one mainly because I love books that give me a sense of culture I guess it is. A sense of mutual understanding, and also I suppose I like flowery language. I can’t help it I’m a sucker. “What those rich people don’t always know is that broken [...]
Hazel is the glue, the logic, the one going “wtaf Percy??”
so this book gave me so many feels, mostly feels of “WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON??”
It just struck some kind of chord and stayed with me until it was all I could think about
Gideon Prewett is a healthy dose of loyal, goofy, whacky, friendly, overly-hyped puppy in human form and I adore him.