Stirred

I was supposed to write a blog entry while I was halfway into reading Kate le Vann's Things I Know about Love. But then, Blogger acted up and decided it didn't want me to login so I just continued reading the story.

I was supposed to write about the merits of reading a novel where the reader is omniscient. But now that I actually finished reading the book (or rather, the e-book), I can't seem to string the words I've just been thinking around an hour ago. All I can say is that I loved the book and it really made me cry and I really loved the book. But oh! I already said that. And gah, I still want to cry just thinking about the story. :(