"You’re perfect,” he said, finishing his thought as if she hadn’t interrupted...."

““You’re perfect,” he said, finishing his thought as if she hadn’t interrupted. “I don’t care if you see dead wolves and turn into a living ice sculpture when you’re having a bad day. I don’t care if I have an imprint of your teeth on my shoulder. I don’t care if you’re… *fixed*.” He spat the word like it tasted bad. “I want you to be safe and happy. That’s all.””

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Winter, by Marissa Meyer.

I’ve been waiting for this completion of the series since three years ago when I picked up this little book called Cinder.

Sometimes when I’m reading, I see this amazing quite that makes perfect sense to be exactly right there in the narrative it’s part of but, out of context, is the most perfect commentary for ordinary world mental illness.

And then I wonder, did the author tell this story, write this character, that way on purpose??