Book: The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

[seraphcelene]

I love when I read a book that, somewhere along the way, warns me this will not end well.

Addie LaRue shoved my heart into my throat and left me light headed for better than half the book. All I could think was "this way lies disaster." I adored it. How did it take me so long to discover V.E. Schwab? How was The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue such a gift waiting to be found?

I'll be over here pondering and melancholy and deeply in love for a good long while.

Damn, that was a good book ...

Edited to add: I think Gideon the Ninth was the last book to leave me in an emotional hole quite this deep. Damn.