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Lament was probably one of the few novels I've read in a while that was very well written. From reading it, you could tell how much thought and effort Maggie Stiefvater put into writing this. Props to her marvelous skills!
I found the sentence above magical. I don't particularly know why, so don't ask me to explain. I guess it just widened the possibilities of Deirdre's future in the faerie realm, and that left me gasping for more, which is bound to happen, as it is the last sentence of the novel.
"He closed his eyes, concentrating on keeping his hold on the old well's uneven sides, willing his heart to slow."
"But the girl in front of me, dark-haired, gray-eyed, no makeup, with a blue V-neck, wasn't a goth chick. The girl that was shimmering out of James' consciousness was me."