Emotionally drained might be the best way to put it. After all, you’ve spent the last three hundred and fifty seven pages becoming attached to the protagonist, learning her fears, strengths, shortcomings and favorite type of vodka. The last paragraph seems to end too soon, and you flip the page to the acknowledgments, craving more; more words, more information, more knowledge of whether...
tuneage: Saturday treat: Mumford & Sons ...
Babies can’t be in fireworks. They’d explode.– Alex in bunk k, after listening to jbeibs and katy perry