I’m tired. Completely and utterly tired. My husband says it’s no one’s fault but my own. I disagree. I’m blaming Sarah Maas. It’s 100% her fault. Her fault for writing a 7-book series that average 600 pages a book. Her fault for creating a world that I find myself lost in. Her fault for expertly weaving multiple characters’ stories together in a way that makes me love each and every one of them. Ms. Maas has to know that it’s because of her that the bags under my eyes are fully packed and that my coffee consumption has tripled over the past week and a half. She also should know that I entered into book 7 upset. Upset because it will all be over soon. I’m sure I will mope around and spend many days in bed, recovering. This loss will hit me hard.