Reads the last line. 
 Closes the book. 
 Takes a deep breath. Release. Sigh. 
 Mentally calculates the angle of the pillow resting in the bed and very expertly flings the book onto the pillow. There. The bubbling anger dissipates. 
 It's a wonder I finished the book without tearing out any pages. 
 Ugh. I can't even talk about the ridiculousness of the plot. 
 Completing this book was a hardship in itself. 
 No thank you very much.