I was terribly in love with this trilogy when I was in my late teens. Sam Roth was my ultimate fictional boyfriend, the guy of my dreams. I remember wanting so badly to be loved by him. The wolf boy with the yellow eyes.

Remembering my love for these books, I picked it up again just to see if I still love it now that I'm older. It took a little effort to get back into the first few chapters. It wasn't a smooth, instant reunion. But once Grace and Sam got together and their love blossomed, so did my feelings for this book. It's here! I'm back again.

I did feel like their relationship was a bit too quick to develop at first but then I remembered that they had a silent bond that grew for years. And now that they're brave enough to make it real, it's magnetic.

And suddenly their butterflies are my butterflies. I'm in their heads and I too, feel soft and loved and excited and giggly. There's just something so special with romance books where they get to know each other by sharing a bed and having conversations in the dark. Intimate and intense. The all-too real nearness, the want to get closer, to know what the other is like, what their past was like, and what their thoughts are. 

I think I was a bit too boy-crazy when I was younger cause I only cared about Sam. Which isn't surprising because he's still a total sweetheart. The big romantic, the gentleman, the lyric-making thoughts, the soft hearted, sad boy who is so kind and gentle. But reading it now, I've grown fond of Grace too. How she's so quick-witted, brave, fiercely loyal, and loving. I love these two, I really do. 

I don't know what it is about this book but the longer I read, the more emotionally invested I am in it. It's like I'm the one getting a crush and falling in love and getting scared that this will all end badly. I keep getting teary eyed or giggling at the pages. An onlooker might think I'm crazy. The emotions in the book reflect on to me, and I feel like I'm a guitar and Stiefvater is strumming my feelings. 

Whenever I had to pause my reading because I had other, more important things to do, I got a little irritated and restless. I didn't want to stop reading. I didn't want to be interrupted. I wanted to be with them. Sam and Grace. Grace and Sam. In Mercy Falls. And all throughout the day, memories of them would ring in my head and my heart will lurch painfully. They're all I could think about. 

Despite having 300+ pages, I took my time reading it. Savouring each page, every line, every romantic action, every feeling. It's like I'm drinking in everything they're doing. I haven't felt this attached to a book in a long while. I am just so in love. And I'm incredibly happy I have two more books waiting on my shelf.