So that book I finished the other day? The one where I was guessing all the plot twists? I was totally right. I mean, my last guess, the one I wrote about, that one was right. Well, it was a little less sensational than I had imagined, but that’s a good thing. So I was mostly right, but I’ll take that. All the guesses before it were very wrong, based on not enough information. Even guessing the ending, I still enjoyed it. And now, of course, I have to pick another book. It’s such a burden to live this way.
Inane Chatter
What were you expecting?
