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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 Lost Girl - Sangu Mandanna I'm smiling right now. I didn't want it to end and I 'm still holding out hope that the story will continue.

Eva is an echo created to continue the life of the person she is identical to in the event of their death. I love Eva, I love that she was able to keep a part of herself always, even when she was expected to give it all up. I love Sean because he would follow her to the ends of the Earth and I love Eva's family, the people who didn't treat her as a thing that they would just simply raise and send on their way, only to fill the void with another echo but that she was their daughter and that they would protect her as parents do for their children.

It was such a sad story though, and it was strange and a little unnerving. To be created to replace someone else in the event of their deaths? To continue living their lives like nothing ever changed? So when does the grieving begin, when do you mourn the loss of your child? I found it all difficult to digest. If my child died I wouldn't want some replacement, a child I didn't raise to pretend to be him, so that I could feel better about all of it. I think it would be disrespectful to his life and death.

This story makes you think about all of that. Which is why I could relate to Amarra and why she harbored such hate for her echo. I understand her perspective and how she wanted to keep some things for herself, she wanted to remembered if she passed and she wanted to be missed.

This story hit a little close to home for me because as an identical twin I couldn't help but think that if I died, that my son would look at my sister and want with every fiber of his being, that she could be me, that she would remember the little things that he loves so much, that only I and him share and it's sad.

Sangu Mandanna did a brilliant job with the telling of this story, it was well written and I was engaged from page 1.