The Forgiven. I thought it was the last book in a trilogy and now know I need to read another book, not yet out, to get to the end of this story. Curse you Jana Oliver! Plus, I'm sick at home with a sinus infection and feel lousy. Is there no justice in the world?
Insult to injury -- at the doctor's office, when checking my vitals, they measured my height (as the nurse said, I was barefoot and on the scale, so why not?) I'm now officially an inch shorter. It's not like I had a lot of height to spare, so losing so much is not making me happy. Thumbiczuka. Feh. (Picture taken a few weeks ago with the Best Beast I know, back when I thought I was tall.)
(Review to follow when I get over my disappointment and feel better.)