Margarida

even worse than her other book. i don't even know where to begin. this is bad. this isn't poetry. I don't want to be mean, but this was painful to read.

insightful

I want to forget this books as fast as possible so I can read it again. I cried and laughed and cried once more and now I want to know Evelyn Hugo myself. Loved the precious Harry<3

“The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again: but already it was impossible to say which was which.”

literalmente chorei. não existe revolução sem consciência de classe

some chapters can be really boring. but overall loved the story itself