So. That happened. 
 "What happened?" you ask. 
 This book. That's what happened. 
 I don't think I'll ever look at books the same way from now on. I shit you not. 
 I feel... changed. Like, seriously, changed. Maybe...not for better. But, yet, still better. How does that even make sense? 
 I can't believe that TJ Klune managed to write a book of such preposterous hilarity ... and that such hilarity could actually propel a plot headlong into pure awesome fuckery --- and still have me like it. 
 I think I laughed pretty much non-stop for hours while reading this book, until about 50% of the way through. Then I was alternating between laughing, crying, ugly-crying, and then ugly-crying while laughing. I will admit to some chest-hurting hitch-breathing and a few pained groans. (No, its not what you're thinking. Jesus, focus here, yeah?). It's because TJ Klune hurt my heart. Dammit. 
 I'm pretty sure my two-year old daughter thinks I'm bi-polar because I waxed and waned between emotions so quickly. 
 And I looooooved it. I'm also amazed that the author made me like a book w/ a plot that could have been fixed with a five minute heart-to-heart between the two main characters. 
 *Slow clap*