Fruits Basket, Vol. 23

So it had been ages since I'd read Furuba. I think I'd read it in my thirties, but that was still years ago. i decided to reread it now, in my mid-thirties, when I'm basically the age of Shishou–or, rather, fast approaching his age. And I see the flaws more now than I used to. But, the again, I also get it more and bawled WAY more. I was basically crying every other volume.

Scratch that. I probably cried at something in 90% of the volumes, at least.

So Furuba is still a lovely tale, flaws and all.

And I think I also realized...

I might ship Tohru and Momiji...