My newfound love (again.)

In my pathetic desperation to look for something to do while being trapped in the predicament of being forever alone on my journey home, I ended up at the library. (I am a sad, sad girl.)

After I had finished reading the very cringeworthy ebook that goes by the name of The Sheikh's Virgin Bride* on my black, brilliant and beautiful Nook (alliteration intended), I decided I seriously needed a break from the Harlequin potboilers. And so my search began, for the book that would quench my thirst of I-don't-know-what, and become the oasis of my desert!! (what in the world is happening to me.)

*be prepared for the bashing of this book on this blog.

And I couldn't... I just couldn't... Keep myself away from the bloody COL section of the library under fiction while wandering again....
And...

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I ended up borrowing A Hunger Like No Other AGAIN.... ._.

I wonder what exactly it is about Kresley Cole and her stories that make me constantly fantasise about the books she writes and of course the characters in them -- even after I've devoured every page thoroughly in each book. The power she wields over me is ahh!! So terrifying!!

Second time's the charm for me this time, because I have discovered so many more details that I will be able to incorporate into my updated book review. YES!! At this rate, I will probably end up re-reading all her books.

And so, as I write this, the book lies temptingly in front of me, almost beckoning me to caress it gently and feel its crispy pages. Ahh!! Lachlain and Emmaline!!

I am officially going mad.