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"I’m always amazed at friends who say they try to read at night in bed but always end up falling asleep. I have the opposite problem. If a book is good I can’t go to sleep, and stay up way past my bedtime, hooked on the writing. Is anything better than waking up after a late-night read and diving right back into the plot before you even get out of bed to brush your teeth?" -John Walters 

LOVE reading. Although, I didn't actually start readingreading until July of 2012 when I got my Nook, the love of my life.

Abbreviations I use in my reviews:

WTS (Wrist Twitch Syndrome) - The compulsory jerking of the wrist in an effort to pitch the nook away from the body to reduce mental anguish and self inflicted bodily harm. 

ERS (Eye Roll Syndrome)The act of rolling one’s eyes multiple times in a matter of mere minutes.

The severity of this syndrome tend to vary from benign eye rolls every now and then, depending on the situation and protagonist, to intense eye rolls, of which, cause the body to seize up for minutes at a time.

**Both symptoms tend to manifest as a result of naive, stupid, clueless, lovesick, rose-glasses wearing puddle-depth fucktard protagonists or an ag-on-izing storyline.

Currently reading

Frankenstein: Prodigal Son
Scott Brick, Kevin J. Anderson, Dean Koontz
The Fault in Our Stars - John Green What a tearfest, amiright? Damn, I was so gutted by the end of this I couldn’t think straight. I love Hazel and Gus and their star-crossed love. Hazel is hilarious and when you throw in the comedic relief of Augustus Water’s you have quite a pair.

This is the first love story that illustrated cancer patients and their lives, the decisions that they make and why they make them and their desire to have normal relationships and to be treated as any healthy child. Prior to reading [b:The Fault in Our Stars|11870085|The Fault in Our Stars|John Green|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1360206420s/11870085.jpg|16827462]I never thought about what cancer children have to go through with the group sessions and how often the attendees change as the list of those who passed grows longer, and my heart ached reading about them.

When I laughed, I laughed heartily and when I cried, it was ugly and thoroughly unattractive. When you get to that last page, you don’t know what to do with yourself because even though it’s tragic and heartbreaking, you don’t want it to end; you aren’t quite ready to give up those characters, yet, you need that closure.

This is definitely one of those books that stay with you.