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arpopovaa 's review for:
Last Sacrifice
by Richelle Mead
I don’t know how to describe my love for this series.
It was like the 5th time, I reread it and in some magical way, I still feel the same emotions.
It has been 10 years, but these books are still out of time. I haven’t read another vampire world that would be so well written.
My love for Rose and Dimitri is endless. Their journey, the whole one and especially in the last book so overwhelming and full of love. That immortal love that is never faid.
I love Lissa too, their friendship and how they complete each other even without a bond, is amazing. Christian will always be my favorite too.
Adrian doesn’t deserve what happened to him, but I think it is inevitable, it’s how personé grows.
I just so happy that ten years ago I asked my mom to buy me a book with a very beautiful girl on the cover and a vampire headline.
“What was love, really? Flowers, chocolate, and poetry? Or was it something else? Was it being able to finish someone's jokes? Was it having absolute faith that someone was there at your back? Was it knowing someone so well that they instantly understood why you did the things you did—and shared those same beliefs?”
It was like the 5th time, I reread it and in some magical way, I still feel the same emotions.
It has been 10 years, but these books are still out of time. I haven’t read another vampire world that would be so well written.
My love for Rose and Dimitri is endless. Their journey, the whole one and especially in the last book so overwhelming and full of love. That immortal love that is never faid.
I love Lissa too, their friendship and how they complete each other even without a bond, is amazing. Christian will always be my favorite too.
Adrian doesn’t deserve what happened to him, but I think it is inevitable, it’s how personé grows.
I just so happy that ten years ago I asked my mom to buy me a book with a very beautiful girl on the cover and a vampire headline.
“What was love, really? Flowers, chocolate, and poetry? Or was it something else? Was it being able to finish someone's jokes? Was it having absolute faith that someone was there at your back? Was it knowing someone so well that they instantly understood why you did the things you did—and shared those same beliefs?”