Sunday 13 May 2012

I am the Messenger, Markus Zusak

 So, there I am, lounging on my best friend's bed while she's in the shower, when BAM, I find one of the greatest books I will have ever read on her bedroom floor (I'm probably overselling, so uh, I don't read many books... Yup, true story >>). I only make it through the first chapter when she waltzes through the door, but already I'm grinning like a maniac and developing an intense liking towards Ed Kennedy and his smart-ass friends.
The next day I get a little further, and then the day after it's done and dusted.
Quite frankly I haven't had such a reaction to a book since (the first time) I read White Fang. I laughed out loud and 'aww'ed ("Awr, Ed! <3", "Aw... Ed... )-':") so much I feel like I have to physically cuddle the book when I get my own copy.