I decided to finally read this because I miss K. Ancrum's books desperately and I wanted to experience it for the first time again, but I wasn't expecting to be flung straight back into the heartwrenchingness of the book with this little novella. I think if I'd read this immediately after TWK I might have been disappointed because I would have wanted plot about Jack and August and Rina that was new, which there wasn't really much of in this book. But seeing as it's been almost two years since I've read the book, it was just such a perfect reminder of how stunning the book is.

It made me think about how The Wicker King is genuinely the book that got me back into reading. In January of 2019, I made a new years resolution to start reading again like I had when I was younger. This was the book I read on January 2nd. I ended up reading more that year that I ever had in years past. I'm on track to do even more this year. I don't know if I can genuinely say that it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't chosen The Wicker King that day but sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I'd gone for a book I didn't love, that didn't make me feel, and I'm glad I didn't.