I was twelve years old when I read this novel. Almost thirteen, albeit.
It scarred me for life. It was the first "grown-up" book I read, and I hardcore shipped Lancelot/Gwyn. Although, I think this was mostly because this book fucked with my mind so much that I was like, "okay, these two should end up happy, yes?"
I think at a sheltered, homeschooled 13 I was in no way prepared for INCEST SEXUAL RELATIONS, considering I'd never read a book with normal sexual relations before this so it was like a double shock.
I just...wasn't old enough for it, I don't think. And therefore, I just have a lot of BAD memories about it. And my inner-13 year old still hasn't really recovered from Gwyn ending up in a fucking convent.
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It scarred me for life. It was the first "grown-up" book I read, and I hardcore shipped Lancelot/Gwyn. Although, I think this was mostly because this book fucked with my mind so much that I was like, "okay, these two should end up happy, yes?"
I think at a sheltered, homeschooled 13 I was in no way prepared for INCEST SEXUAL RELATIONS, considering I'd never read a book with normal sexual relations before this so it was like a double shock.
I just...wasn't old enough for it, I don't think. And therefore, I just have a lot of BAD memories about it. And my inner-13 year old still hasn't really recovered from Gwyn ending up in a fucking convent.