5.0

(5 stars? Pshaw, more like 5,000....)
Whenever I read one (or in this case six) of Leigh Bardugo’s stories, it’s like she gently takes my heart from my chest, rips it to pieces, and puts it back together. Just to painfully etch these stories into my newly remade heart. Does it hurt? Yes. Would I walk through hot coals, (Just go with me for a minute) and go without a cinnamon raisin bagel every single morning for the rest of my life, because these stories are enough to sustain me? Yes.
(Just say you agree with me, then slowly walk away....)

~No Mourners! May your son(s) have red eyes, and your daughter(s) have horns!