I finished this book because it was on my reading list for Habitica, but that's the last time I'm ever going to do that. It was a journey through all the misconceptions I had about love and relationships as a young adult:
MESSAGE: If you deny everything a person is offering you because you have a dark past and potentialities that frighten you (I'm capable of so much evil boo hoo), there will be one person who will see through all of that to the essential goodness of you as you battle foes together
EXPERIENCE: Heck no. You have to work on yourself and work on becoming more open. Nobody is going to hack their way through your defenses and fight your demons for you. If they try, they're going to get super tired. You have to accept the love you're given. You have to see past through your insecurities and see the other person as real. If your childhood was shit, and your love nerve-endings have been burnt to a nub, you have to create ways to learn how to use that nub, like a person with an amputated hand. We all have to cope.
MESSAGE: "No true mother has favorites"
EXPERIENCE: Goddamit, no. This is an idealization of family that fucked up my expectations as a kid. No. Mothers are people too. They have favorites even though they try not to show it. Sometimes that favorite is not you. Sometimes it IS you and your siblings hate you for it. They are still "true" mothers. They are humans who try their best at motherhood and mothering and motherance, and sometimes they suck, but you only have a limited number of mothers so you make do. Also, lol, for when you try to become a mother too and see phrases like "no true mother…" Ugh.
And a bunch more, but I'm not going to try to remember more since I have so many more books to read.
That said, I still think reading this was a valuable experience (and no, it's not just the sunk cost fallacy in operation) because it helped me see a younger me. Also, it got me thinking about the general trend of mages having dark past, inability to function socially, and delusions of arcane knowledge and power. I think I like mages so much because of those comorbid symptoms--the unhappy childhood piece, the need to feel superior. Magic (does magic always come from being an unhappy child?). I don't know if it's a general nerd projection or a chunibyo phase, but it strikes a chord within me, and perhaps lots of other people as well.
I like to think I've left it all behind, but there will always be a sad little lich inside me, with fragile, alabaster wind-chime bones in heavy black robes, waiting in its tower of dark stone and fairy lights for someone to come and love it.