It took a couple (obsessive) days, but I finished rereading the first five books in the Fever series. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get to the rest. I’m satisfied.
I remembered the story ending happily. Not in a forced, or cheesy way, but properly. I just couldn’t remember how. It was agony having to go through all that pain with Mac again. To watch her trip herself up and miss the clues. Even knowing it would all be ok. Don’t worry. That’s not a spoiler. The author reassures us at the end of a couple books. Starts the whole series telling us it’s about joy. It still hurt to endure. I had to speed through a bit. (A lot).
This series gets inside of you. In your head. I tried to avoid it. To focus on my story, but it invaded every time. The characters were infuriating, captivating. The whole adventure I’m thinking I can see what’s coming, but I don’t. And I did.
Now to ride out the letdown. I want more. I need a break. I have my own story to tell. This was fantastic inspiration. Motivation. Few books get under my skin this way. My own story has been living there a long time. It’s time to set it free.
The Accidental Domestic Goddess 