So early this morning I woke up from a horrible nightmare that somehow involved One Direction. (Joking? I wish.) And by early this morning I mean 3 am.
Having eventually determined that my brain was now awake and therefore I wouldn't be able to just roll over and go back to sleep, I got up and went to look for a terrible book to read. Y'know, the literary equivalent of junk food. I figured it would relax me enough to get me to fall asleep again.
Unfortunately, the book I chose was Marked. As in House of Night series Marked.
Now, it's been quite a long while since I read that book, and in the meantime my opinions on certain subjects have changed - and I've developed opinions where none were before. Thank you, Tumblr.
Suffice it to say that by the time I'd finished the book I was so angry that I really couldn't sleep.
(And by angry I mean that if Zoey Redbird had happened to appear in my room at that moment I would have happily bludgeoned her to death with the damn book and felt not a shred of remorse. Hell, if the authors of that book had appeared in my room right then, I would have bludgeoned them to death with my laptop.)
I'm not going to write a long and angry rant about every little thing that irritated or downright enraged me about the book - but I didn't get any sleep, anyway. So instead I switched on my computer and went on Tumblr. Irritably.
I'm still irritable, damn it.