Well, I managed to get over my reading slump with a good ol', how-am-I-supposed-to-move-on-from-this, book hangover. God, I feel like my heart is simultaneously about to break in half and combust from the sheer gorgeousness of this book and the quiet, tender happiness of that ending. 

"Peter Darling" has been on my TBR for absolute ages. I'm so glad I've finally managed to read this, because it did not disappoint, not one bit. It's a moving, lovely tale, and everything, from Peter's somewhat infuriating, but absolutely endearing personality, to Neverland's wild and dreamlike atmosphere and all its wild and dreamlike inhabitants, is so vividly described, so tangibly alive. 
And Peter and Hook's relationship? Oh my god. I wept and laughed and swooned and ugh, it was just perfect. Their love was a rollercoaster of antagonism and hate and obsession mixed in with yearning and sensuality and affection, and I loved them to absolute bits.

Austin Chant is a marvellous storyteller and their writing was so gorgeous: each line was thoroughly well-thought and well-placed, and every single one of them hits like a punch in the gut, a truckload of feelings straight to the sternum. My heart hurts and I really don't know what I should do with myself now that I've finished this book. Yep, it's the best (and the worst) feeling in the world.