The Only Thing Worse Than A Buzzkill Is An Unexpected Sequel

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This old gal…

Finally got back to reading…felt good…to crack open those impulse buys from years past…just waiting to be dusted off…and brought to life…read all kinds…mysteries…thrillers…romance…self help…read gifted ones…suggested ones…free ones on the Kindle…

Love those that suck you in…characters come alive…think about the story while driving…eating…buying chicken pot pies and milk duds at the grocery…stories so engaging…that not even the goriest of gory lame horror movies…engrossing that husband of mine…can break concentration…a book so powerful…you can’t wait…to sit down and read…so you can find out…how it ends…

Which…it would seem…is rare these days…to have an ending…turn that last page…and find closure…will they find her lost son…sorry…gotta read the sequel…will she say yes to his proposal…too bad…that’s in the next book…

If this old gal…invests her time and energy…in a page turner knuckle biter…she wants an ending…at the end of the page turner knuckle biter…not at the end…of a book…three books…away…lesson learned…make sure the book has an ending…before beginning…don’t read the last page tho…because that’s a buzzkill…

And there’s only one thing worse…than a buzzkill…and that’s an unexpected sequel…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…