↪ this review contains spoilers for AID and NIR, also probably contains tears and incoherent screaming so sorry in advance I guess
This was a bittersweet ending to a gorgeously written saga. I think about the characters and I just feel like draping myself dramatically over the bed and sobbing, Disney princess style. I mean, I’m still mentally on the floor weeping right now over a jar of peanut butter because I can’t handle that this is the LAST BOOK AND I NEED MORE.
I recently rereadAnd I Darken, reread my review for it, and then felt massively disappointed in myself because I didn’t know it was possible for my writing to be that clunky and grammatically incorrect. (Not even kidding, I literally cringed a grand total of seven times.)
SO. I took it upon myself to revamp my review for And I Darken—for no reason other than that can’t just sit here pretending everything’s fine, knowing that I’ve written a horrid, nonsensical review for one of my favorite books ever?
(Also, I’m calling it right now: I’m going to happen upon this review about a year from now and then immediately want to rewrite it all because it sounds so bad. Note to Future Hannah: RESIST THE URGE.)
I think this has taught me never to trust the judgment of fetus Hannah. Lesson learned indeed.
In Korea, the white chrysanthemum represents the flower of death, of mourning, of the grave. But in this book, the chrysanthemum represents the death of innocence: the brutal stripping away of one young girl’s hopes and dreams.