fourth wing by rebecca yarros (i'm a hater, sorry)

I'd like to preface this with "no hate", but that's not true. On the spectrum of hate to love, I'm leaning very far in one direction, and this isn't a fine line kind of situation. This is a there's a gulf I do not believe I can cross kind of situation. Maybe it's a little too harsh to categorize it as hate, and liking or disliking books is so subjective anyway, but on a personal level this one still hurt me.

tl;dr not my vibe. and to my future self, I guess if you ever forget this whole experience and attempt to pick this book up again, here's your reminder to put it back down.

( and here we go... )