Am I allowed to be happy? I feel like it's been a while since I've had the warm fuzzies about darn near anything. It was starting to make me feel like I'd broken something in my brain...until I picked up book 1 of this series, then went immediately into book 2. Skeptical Stacia has temporarily left the building in favor of Swoony Stacia. I promise that I'll be back to my regularly-scheduled, jaded-self tomorrow. 
 It's as if I've been on this merry-go-round of "same story, same ahole guy, same everything" for a while, no matter how hard I tried to seek out different things. And I can't say that I haven't been rewarded with some interesting characters and stories for trying (everything from a gamer nerd to an African safari-turned kidnapping), but nothing was giving me those darn warm fuzzies. 
 So what got it back for me? Wanna take a guess? Believe it or not, it was the want what you can't have story. Man, I forgot how much I missed the tension of having the person of your dreams right there in your face, so close to touch, yet fate seems determined to keep you apart. Sometimes, easy hookups aren't the most satisfying. Sometimes, I need something to root for, dare I even say...something to long for? 
 The accidental touches, the wistful looks the girl gives when she thinks no one can see her, the tortured and sad look that the off-limits male character gives to the girl when they are forced to have to come in contact - OH MY LORD, THIS IS GOOD STUFF! 
 And then...and then...we add in the fact that the guy is this stealthy warrior type who can kill just about anything that would try to attack a person - and he's always there to protect and defend! You know I'm a supporter of strong female characters who can kick ass for themselves (and don't worry, Gwen is slowly learning how to do this), but sometimes, the fairy tale hero who rushes in to save the day is so darn adorable. 
 Please excuse me while I take a moment of silence to reflect on my ridiculous imaginary crush on Logan. *pause* 
 Did I just go backwards in age a few years? Did I just embarrass myself? Probably? Okay, well, it's almost the end of the year and I haven't really done much swooning over the past few months. I had an extra few credits left of girly self-expression that were going to go to waste, so I figured that I might as well burn them up before I have to reset the count for next year and start conserving again. 
 Yes, the repetitive details were still present. Yes, Gwen's self-loathing was driving me a little crazy until she finally got over herself. Yes, there are some silly/fluffy moments. But I don't care for once because I have Logan. 
 Oh, and I thought the Fenris wolf was awesome. 
 Plus, there is a talking sword named Vic. You read that right. The sword talks. In a British accent. And he's funny (in a mean and sarcastic way) as hell. The scene where Gwen put a Santa cap on Vic was downright priceless.