You asked for it: you got it. One painfully vampire-filled review served up fancy-style. I seriously thought I was going to get it finished yesterday and then I could proudly claim I'd done two reviews in May, but obviously that didn't pan out. Anne: can't even keep imaginary deadlines that no one cares about. I'd hang my head in shame, but then I wouldn't be able to see the next book in line.

Which, by the way, is apparently a crime drama. So there's that to look forward to, right? Bring that shit ON.