After dragging out reading Clockwork Prince for as long as I possibly could, I finally finished it today. It actually saddened me so much. Every time I read a book, I seem to get lost in the story and caught up in their world - spending time thinking about the characters, the day, the scenery, everything - and once the novel is over it feels as though a part of me has come to an end, too. As soon as I finished the last page, I felt like crying. Realization struck me once again of how deeply I tend to fall in love with book characters and in this case, Will Herondale. In the picture above is his family's ring. Having it would make me so happy, I wouldn't ever take it off and it'd just mean so much to me because it's an actual real object relating to something fiction. Anyhow, I doubt my parents will buy it for me online as it's $72 dollars and they'd laugh at me for wanting it in the first place. So I'll just sit here in misery and longing for my lovely meaningful ring that i'll probably never acquire.