So I finished the book and I’m sitting here wondering: Why the fuck did it take me so long to get around to reading it? (sorry about the colourful language. I try not to use it too much out of my fiction work and when I’m really angry or excited). My answer is: Mandi you had uni and FTCM and work and OB and your novel. That’s a lot of ands. I finished it and now I’m staring at my book, which fell apart when I set out to read it while it was hot outside, and I keep seeing the gold mine that this book is. There are so…