Hi I’m May! And if you don’t know, I’m self-destructive!
When it comes to books, specifically (because I could talk about how I’m self-destructive in my personal life but I’d rather not*): I love to read books that destroy me. But it’s more like, I know full well that it will break me, refuse to believe it, and then get surprised when it destroys me.
The Fever King is a perfect example of that. I’d read reviews of how much pain the readers felt because of this book, and I was like “wow, that’s going to happen to me”. But there was also another part of my brain that for some reason believed I would be different.
Beloved ones, I was not.
Fortunately!! I still feel a huge amount of love towards this book, despite all the pain and suffering Victoria Lee has caused me, so today, exactly 10 minutes before its release date (in my timezone), I’m here to gush about it and convince you to pick it up!