Like a good book, I never wanted to put you down. You made me feel like nobody had ever made me feel before. While it was rocking finding your genre, you always found your way back and had me wondering what was next. I never thought I would dread the sequel. The return. However, here I am dreading the upcoming trilogy and you appearing on my shelf once again. I feel it would be best putting you in a garage sale with a sticker for 25 cents. I will never understand why the chapter ended the way it did, nor will I ever understand how the plot ended so quickly. The end, while painful, was supposed to be it, but here you are back in the place you and I were written in. I hate seeing you placed in other people's hands with them reading with the same intent that I did. I just hope you give them a better ending than you gave me. I hope they give you a better rating, keep waiting for more chapters to come.