So I finished that book. The one that Louis told me to stop reading. The same one that Louis threw out the window. The one that is the reason for us having two cats instead of one. And the one that’s been the main cause of my distress for a while now. 

It was horrible. In the sense that the backstories were nightmare inducing. I’m still not sure what Avalon is. And I’m even less sure why they placed it near New York of all places. 

Heart wrenching. 

Distressing. 

Was completely gutted through out the whole thing. 

But the bit that was most important that I’m posting this for so Louis can see or so that I don’t forget to tell him… 

It made me want to get up and go play. To run outside screaming and shouting. To be a kid. To never grow up. To never let anyone steal my magic. 

That was rambly. Take it. 

I’m going back to party preparations now.