I'm dying to read this and I'm dying thinking about how it'll be the last one.. Arg.*** I read this while setting up two closets and a bookshelf for my sister and mother. Yes, Ikea. But still. It was tough enough in the heat. (34 degrees on our balcony, in the shadow when it was barely 11am.) This is just a fair warning - My unfortunate circumstances might have affected how I perceived this novel, though I will admit that I'm not even sure how I perceived it. I know that I want to love it, and I know that parts of me did, but other parts aren't sure. They don't dislike it. They don't not like parts. They just feel numb. This is post-reading-depression. It's not that I cried (though I wish I had) or that I'm sad about the fact that there won't be a Fourteen next year. Frankly, the fact that there won't be a Fourteen in 2013 still hasn't gotten through to me. So, this is it. No review. No talk about the content, though I bookmarked dozens of scenes. Not even a rating, because I simply don't know what to think yet. I do think that fans of the Women of the Otherworld series should read it, though. In some ways the ending fit, and Kelley certainly addressed many things that I had wondered about.