I stayed up waaaaay too late last night reading this book:
|Kindle edition is free.|
But it made me angry.
Like, should have just stayed awake all night, late. And up until 98% done, I was pretty pleased with it. It's a YA (young adult) book, I believe, and it was cute. A little intrigue, a little romance, [spoiler alert!] girl picks the right guy, voila, a great story with a happy ending.
And then. Oooh and then.
The 99% [not political] point came.
A twist. A turn. Turns out the good guy might be the bad guy, and even though the bad guy is not the great guy, he might have been the better one but you'll just have to buy the next book to find out. Oh that burns me. I hate to have put all of that effort into reading a book, just to be left with a feeling of dissatisfaction at the end. I want the good guy to really be good, love to last forever, and truth to conquer all. I know real life isn't always pretty; that's why I read fiction.
Do you feel me? Do you like the suspense, the twists and turns? Or are you a true blue romantic like me?
I know this post is random. I know it's totally not in keeping with thankfulness or the holidays or anything. Please don't hold it against me. I promise to be in the holiday spirit from here on out. I just had to get that out. FTR, I do wish you the happiest of Thanksgivings, and I'm thankful you stopped by. Now go eat turkey.
Excited for Macy's to kick off the holidays,