Meet Meda. She eats people.
*squeal*
*more squeal*
*longgg squeal*
Because different squeal is important.
Bless my fangirl heart.
I’m going to rewrite this review for the sake of fangirling all over again on this book. I met Meda one fine day year 2013. I never thought that after a tiring day from work, will I stay late up again reading this book. Actually, this book has reached its 3rd installment, and I’m not entirely sure if it ends there. Well, according to the beloved author it does. And I’m not picking the 3rd book yet, may be soon after a reread of this awesome book.
This is golden.
Nooo. Please don’t read this book. It is for my eyes alone, I don’t want to share.
Once upon a time, I picked up this book and didn’t put it down. And I live happily ever after. The end.
No more…
Ahh there’s a twist; from start to finish I ate all the pages. It’s gone now, buried deep in my heart. Meda will surely smack me from that cheesy line and I’m not regretting it. You can bite me anytime Meda.
There is two type of good/nice book for me.
1. Type 1.
2. Type 2.
