Virgin Bride, Chapter Four

If you want to know how much I dislike this book, here's a little anecdote. My cat, Prince, sometimes scratches at my door at ungodly hours of the morning because he wants food. He used to do it more, but stopped when I threw a shoe at the door and scared him off with the ensuing bang. He did it the morning after my last blog post, and the nearest object within grabbing distance, this book, went sailing.

It sat on my floor, pages bent underneath it's own weight, until this very moment. And I'm the girl who yells at people who crack the spine of my paperbacks and dogears my pages.

Yeah.