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Oh, hell.
Saturday I finished the book. I'm- well, speechless. Ok, to be honest there are a lot of things I'd like to say, but write them down would be too much like an essay. Plus I know I wouldn't be able to express me well using words only, so I'll keep quiet.
I expected some things (it does ring a bell, when leafing through your old history text you find out that Alexander's successors - other than Ptolemy, whom I remembered - were just Seleuco and Antigono Gonata), but I had no idea when them would happen.. in fact I was picturing another scenario, and the way it actually happened took me by surprise.
During the last chapters I couldn't help having bright eyes. And this is just the third book that made me feel that way. Really, I felt a weight on my stomach.
And I can't even make names for fear of spoiling someone too much!
No to mention that I won't listen to Songs about Jane with the same mood ever again. Secret and Not coming home kept playing in my head of their own sheer will.
Saturday I finished the book. I'm- well, speechless. Ok, to be honest there are a lot of things I'd like to say, but write them down would be too much like an essay. Plus I know I wouldn't be able to express me well using words only, so I'll keep quiet.
I expected some things (it does ring a bell, when leafing through your old history text you find out that Alexander's successors - other than Ptolemy, whom I remembered - were just Seleuco and Antigono Gonata), but I had no idea when them would happen.. in fact I was picturing another scenario, and the way it actually happened took me by surprise.
During the last chapters I couldn't help having bright eyes. And this is just the third book that made me feel that way. Really, I felt a weight on my stomach.
And I can't even make names for fear of spoiling someone too much!
No to mention that I won't listen to Songs about Jane with the same mood ever again. Secret and Not coming home kept playing in my head of their own sheer will.