First off, I’d like to start this review with a part of the dedication of this novel: This story is dedicated to anyone who’s lost someone.
There is something nostalgic about this book. Nostalgia means pain from an old wound. Scar tissue that has yet to become immune to any feelings.
Maybe it’s because appropriately named Harvest, a reaper, teaches us a valuable lesson: behind the scenes, knowing the inherent chaos of life and death, it is still not an easy job to take a life.
This is an easy read. Not that this is a bad thing. It does have some mistakes here and there (typos and whatnot) but overall it is an easy and fast read.
Life is fragile. For those who are given it, for those who witness it from behind the curtains. Life is fragile, and having the certainty that it will end most times does not help us at all.
My name is Tammy Michelle. I’ve been writing stories for ten years, and I’ve been blogging for about five and half minutes. I have diverse taste and attempt to marry things that don’t always go together, like a velociraptor and a kitten. My interests involve anything strange and unusual. I write weird stuff, so you don’t have to.
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