This is like finding a stray journal page in a ruined city that talks of some grand festival and the date of the entry is the day before the city was destroyed
being naked is not sexy. wearing a white 18th century shirt with poofy sleeves tucked into a pair of black high waisted trousers is sexy. there are no exceptions
Idk if it’s just me but seeing Feyre’s thoughts change from “Oh but Tamlin said that I should do that and Tamlin believes—“ to “Fuck Tamlin. I am powerful and I cannot be contained” is so satisfying. She’s so powerful and inspiring. Every time I reach that part of the book where she starts to realize how strong and independent she truly is I feel so happy for her.