Dying…dying…dying. I cannot wait for this book! Even though I have the Aussie version already. I need this. I want this. I’ve got to have this. Obsessed? No, my dears. I’ve gone past obsession. No joke. And to think that this might be the last book I would get to read from the goddess herself – I just…I feel a pinching in my chest that has nothing to do with the pizza I ate for supper. Whelp. Anyway, enough about me.
Jesus. This is supposed to be a cover reveal; not a freaking review. I’m going to stop right here. I’ve said a lot more but had to cut most of it out. Seriously. Somewhere in Australia, Ms. Marchetta is planning to hire a personal bodyguard for fear of stalkers like me. It’s okay. I’m way too far from you, M. Canada is like…thousands and thousands of miles away. I just. I just want to breathe the same air of your brilliance. Oh God. I’m doing it again. Shut up, already.