Teenaged. Clinomaniac. Caffeine Addicted. Fangirl. Bibliomaniac. Introverted.
I detest writing reviews for in-between books. I don't hate them, nor even dislike them, so I can't properly rant about how much I disliked this and that. And I certainly harbor no love for them, so I can't even gush about what was so perfect to me. They simply exist and maybe I mostly enjoyed them and maybe they were a bit boring and maybe the characters were nearly like 80% of all characters from that genre^ and maybe I laughed a few times and maybe the writing was average and the romance was weak and mooning and melodramatic* and maybe I'll read the sequel but probably not and maybe that's exactly what this book was to me.
Okay, there's no maybes. That's what it was.
^ Except for the baboon Fred, who was undoubtedly my favorite, and the fairies, who reminded me of more mature versions of Cobweb, Mustardseed, Peaseblossum, and Moth from Eyes Like Stars
*"If you don't kiss me, I shall perish."