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I finished New Moon last night at around 12:30, and I am proud to report that my brain did not actually melt due to the fiery passion of my hatred and wind up oozing out of my ears. Jolly good show, self!

I did, however, get so angry toward the end that I . . . sort of started letting out incoherent shrieks of wrath and hitting the book. Yes, hitting the book. Repeatedly. Kinda hard. Sorry, thepodsquad!; I’m pretty certain I left no lasting damage. Also, Derrickson was trying to sleep at the time, and she probably didn’t really appreciate my minor psychotic outburst. But it was something that sorely needed to be done.

And now: ( A rather epic ramble featuring my less-than-savory choices in reading material, my own writery woes, and the ultimate inescapable fact that this book series is one sick, sick sonnuvabitch. Also, JACOB/BELLA FTW. )

The worst part of all this is that I suspect I am going to wind up buying Eclipse, just so I can finish off this whole damned mess and lament its inevitable conclusion. I’m ensnared now. Grr.