It keeps eating at me that I should write something about a friend's book, FIX. I've known the author for over a decade now in that odd Internet friendship way. And I've given away more copies of the first book in the series than I care to contemplate.
I'll say now that I enjoyed it, and if you haven't read it, you should read the trilogy. They rock.
It's a bittersweet book for two reasons. First is that I'm always a bit sad when a trilogy ends. I'm invested enough in the story that I care about the characters and their world, and I frequently hate to leave it.
The second reason is the hard copy of the book that's now on my shelf.
I don't usually buy hard copies unless they're gifts or I'm getting them signed. I prefer to read things on my iPad for a number of reasons. But Howard always read everything in hard copy. (And he had to have his own. He wasn't allowed to touch mine. He was mean to his books.) So when the preorder came up, I naturally preordered a hard copy for him, and then the Kindle version for me. I'd forgotten about that until it showed up at my doorstep.
So while it saddens me to leave that world behind, it hurts moreso that Howard will never have gotten to read the end of it. Never gotten to know what happens at the end of the story. And never get to tease me because I prefer powdered vanilla frosting filled donuts.