Just like that. I picked up a list of books I wanted to read and this was on the top of my list. I saw on so many people’s Instagram that it was a great read. Long story short, it wasn’t such a great read for me but decent and manageable.
I say manageable because Tabby isn’t the main character I imagined the book to have. Everyone has different tastes and preferences so I’m just going to leave it at that.
The main and most critical reason I wanted to read this book was that I thought it would be an easy read. The kind of book that would just easily come into my eyes and flow through my brains and emotional filtering system like pure, clear, and freshwater. But this book was an easy read like that, and yet, it was so hard to focus and concentrate on it. I think I was reading it in perspective as a mother, not just a reader. I would never want any of my children to go through anything like Tabby and I would love for my children to meet friends how are healthy both mentally and physically like, Olivia, Cassie, Ed, and Henry. It would be so nice if my children could find friends like that.