Someone asked recently if I’ve experienced any grief since the duology has been released and the story wrapped up. And I have, but the truth is the grief started long before pub.

Several months ago, I put together a playlist for Wildbound. And y’all, I listen to this A Lot. Sometimes it’s the lyrics that remind me of the book. Other times, more just the tone and feel of the song.

Wildbound is out today. For a while after I finished writing this book, I felt strange, almost uncomfortable, with the idea of anyone reading it other than myself. In many ways, Wildbound still feels very emotional and personal and raw.

Recently, I’ve been thinking about the way books can change depending on the circumstances in which you read them. How a set of lines you scarcely noticed on previous encounters might hit differently in different times.