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[anogete]

I just want to say that the first 130 pages of New Moon have destroyed my life temporarily. It just so happened that I started this damn book on the only rainy/cloudy day in Albuquerque in months, and the weather matches my mood. People can say what they want about Stephanie Meyer's writing expertise, but she has done a fantastic job of dredging up this horrible, anxious, raw sadness in me today. I feel like sitting in my car and listening to depressing songs in the rain until the day is finished. Work is definitely not on my mind right now. Ugg.