You're thinking that it must have been an incredibly awful book, right? Something so bad it was like facing the dentist (armed with that horrid, noisy drill) over and over again, to get me to read it? Well... um, no, not so much. This was actually one of those rare, OMG-this-is-so-amazingly-awesome books.
Huh. Then, I was probably moseying along at what was surely less-than-an-injured-snail's pace in order to savor it, to make it last longer, yes? Erm... yeah, okay, that sounds good. Let's go with that.
(Of course, I was also busy with work and life and... all that other stuff. So there's that, too.)
Anyway, this means I should have a review up in the next day or so (depending, as always, on how quickly I'm able to switch gears, focus, and formulate some sort of remotely-coherent thoughts... Hmm.).
For now, though, here's a pearl of wisdom from my boycat--wisdom which, coincidentally, happens to have a lot to do with the book in question...
|... good to tell stuff to...|
(Sekrets: we haz dem.)
|...right there by your side...|
(Ohai, u agin?)
|...and they always have your back.|
(Ahhhhh, I noo I kept u arownd fur sumfin, Snowy.)