Everyone is an unreliable narrator. Or can it be basically that we are not able to support but be biased In terms of activities bordering ourselves. We shift blame, colour ourselves in brighter or darker shades. We lie, read more either easily or guiltily. This one has actually been on my reading wishlist for pretty some time, and has become laude

within a parallel universe the place magic is the foundation of Culture, a younger girl named Seraphina finds herself thrust right into a environment beyond her wildest goals. Unbeknownst to her, she is not merely an ordinary human but a fire sorceress with remarkable powers waiting to get untapped. "the fireplace Sorceress" chronicles the journey