Jeff Hayes kills it in every delivery, and Matt Dinniman seems to truly understand the human soul. These books make me feel the full spectrum of all the emotions an adult can feel, and I just want more.
I love every one of these characters, except the ones I hate, and I only hate them because they’re so well-written. When people die, I lose a part of myself, and I cheer when they beat the odds!
How can a book have such stupid things said in it like “I don’t like being squished. I’m not one of your hamsters,” and then turn around and say something that moves me like “How can we get into heaven if God doesn’t recognize what we’ve become?”