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Literary Beauty

"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
Gone Girl - Gillian Flynn 'Why are you so wonderful to me?'
'Because I feel sorry for you.'
'Why?'
'Because every morning you have to wake up and be you.'


Wow. What a ride!

I dont know where to begin or even how to give a proper review without giving too much away. I will admit that it started off too slow me, it was agonizing! It was probably because the suspense started in the second chapter and it just kept building and building then WHAM-O, punch in the face! I was in public when I was punched in the face. I was traveling home on public transportation when I was punched in the face. I was one of those people who forgot they were on public transportation and that there were other people around when I gasped loudly, exclaimed 'OH SHIT!' and went into a fit a maniacal laughter.

Then I pulled my Nook closer to my face, thinking that if it was closer I'd be able to read faster, able to quickly digest the succeeding dialog while still in complete and utter shock with eyes wide and the Cheshire cat's grin adhered firmly to my face...this was some good shit mayne