Every time when I start a new book series I told myself “Honey. Darling. Sweetie. You don’t need this. Don’t do this to yourself.”
Me: “Nah. It’s okay. I can handle.”
Also me after five fucking incredible books of mentioned series: end up cuddling in the corner of my room with red eyes from crying and lack of sleep surrounded with used tissues in a total book hangover and emotionally unstable.
... mentally planning to start it all over again.