Any Way the Wind Blows released yesterday. This is the third and final book in the Simon Snow trilogy by Rainbow Rowell. Carry On was the first book and no one ever thought we’d get so much of a sequel. Then, four years later, a second book out of nowhere . . . and a trilogy announced! It was a goddamn miracle.
This book felt like a goddamn miracle. I read it as cover to cover as soon as I could. 5 hours after work and writing last night. 2 hours this morning. All 579 pages. I’m dog tired today. A bit cried out. The dedication made me cry for fuck’s sake.
But come on:
“This book is for you. Never let them tell you you’re not magic.”
I cried again in the first 100 pages. Some more later. The tears linger today. The words were like broken glass. Sharp. The words were like buttered cherry scones. Indulgent.
I can’t write more. You know, spoilers. Other people don’t read books in one sitting on the release day (with a perfectly timed reread in the days before). I don’t know why not. This dizzy tiredness is worth it even though it hurts. I am drained today. I feel emptied. If I were Baz I’d be desperate to drain some rats and then have my dragon boyfriend lick the blood off my lips. (Okay, that’s not really a spoiler . . . just their relationship is a mood and I am that mood).
I went in really just not wanting this book to be a fuck up. I was hopeful but realistic. Just be okay, I hoped. Just don’t ruin it. But then, but then, but then Rainbow Rowell you glorious devil . . .
I wanted something from this book. And it gave me that. And more. I’m still feeling the more pour into me. Or out of me. Like I said, drained. Still wanting to cry.
What a goddamn miracle.
With Love,
Natalie