"Wear your protective eyewear, I sense a lot of loose ends are about to come flying together..."

K, so get this: I get my book at one in the morning on Saturday, go home and read about halfway through before I zonk out (as Libby puts it) at 7:30, wake up at one in the afternoon in time for Nyssa to call me to go see Transformers with Brett and her little brother, narrowly escape death (or at least serious bruising) in a car accident thanks to Brett's 1337 reflexes, stand around for a bit lamenting over the bumper that is hanging pathetically off of Brett's car, but am thankful that it's not worse (because being T-boned often offends), get picked up by Nyssa's father, stay at her house playing Guitar Hero for a couple of hours, come home, read the Book, finish it at midnight and BAWL MY GODDAMN EYES OUT.

Holy shit.

( Cut for spoilers, natch )