When the book you’ve been DYING! for, patiently (or impatiently, whatever) waiting agonizing-minute-after-agonizing-minute for, has a sudden new release date . . .
A later release date . . .
A I-don’t-know-how-long-until-it-will-be-out, thank-you-for-your-patience release date . . .
This pretty much sums up my reaction.
I might have done this.
Taylor Lautner is still pretty when he cries . . . I am not.
Then I might have gotten angry and wrote an email to the author.
And decided, screw it. I’m NEVER reading those books again.
I also decided I didn’t need to save this bottle of wine for Christmas. I was having a glass NOW!
And maybe a few more after that.
And regretted throwing out my books . . . so I might’ve drunkly stumbled around gathering them to my heart.
I think it was all the wine that was making me cry again.
When it was all over (or when I was done being passed out, whatever) I decided I would just tune out society until the book was out.
There. Problem solved.