Since I read twelve books in June, all of which I either loved passionately, enjoyed with fervor, or hated and wanted to chuck into a fire I set with my MIND. (you know who you are) 

 

Without further ado, here are the books I read in June, as well as the things they did. Oh, man. That sounds bad. Really, only a few of them did bad things. It's fine. I'm okay. I have the Lunar Chronicles and I'm okay. 

 

Scarlet by Marissa Meyer kept me from being bored out of my damn mind in Forensics. (And it also got a concerning number of people to ask if I was okay.) 

 

The Heir by Kiera Cass reminded me that books tend to inadvertently hate friendship and that I, not canon, was the one that had to do something about characters like Eadlyn's jackass brother. (Spoilers? Really? I mean, come on, you just knew he was going to be a jackass.) 

 

Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller slapped me as soon as I started to descend into capitalist foolishness. 

 

Go Set a Watchman by Harper Lee shattered the illusion and also slapped me as soon as I started to descend into idolizing foolishness. 

 

The Innocents by Francesca Segal reminded me that there are still abominations in this world, whether I read them or not, also that scathing reviews are really fun to write. 

 

Altered by Gennifer Albin reminded me that sometimes sequels and additions are better, and a beautiful moment comes around every once in a while in which your author fixes all the problems they created and gives you unfettered joy. For once. 

 

An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir made me realize that magic is like salt. First, you must ask yourself, "do you really need this, or are you just ruining your food i mean story?"

 

Ten Things I Hate About Me by Randa Abdel-Fattah was just all kinds of YESSSS!

 

Glitches by Marissa Meyer was a short story that made me cry. 

 

Cress by Marissa Meyer was a giant book that was just five hours of screaming. Yeah, five hours of screaming. That works. 

 

Black Butler Volume Three by Yana Toboso was everything I ever wanted from a demon butler with a nice ass. 

 

World After by Susan Ee came this close to being annoying due to hot dude tirades, but it was saved by a sharktastic action sequence. 

 

Rebel Bell by Rachel Hawkins knocked the eff out of urban fantasy and somehow became everything that I wanted out of Carrier of the Mark but was somehow deprived of. 

 

June overall, however, was the worst. Just the absolute worst.