Y'all know that post that's like "you ever meet a tween boy thats just so shitty you want to punt him into the sun but also show interest in his passions and give him a fruit cup cause clearly no one else has and it's probably why he's like this? Like shut up you little shit I'm taking you to summer camp and im gonna listen and pay attention when you tell me about Fortnite"
That is the EXACT emotion I feel reading Nathaniel Bartimaeus Trilogy. I'm halfway through Amulet of Samarkand and the amount of times I have felt This Exact Emotion is entering an incalculable territory.
















