I am literally enraged with my book right now. We are having a time out from each other. I am reading Blue Moon by Laurell K Hamilton, which I know is not exactly high brow literature, but hello? Vampires! I was in. It took me a while to warm up to the series and a few books ago I kind of got into it. I was happily reading last night when suddenly, the main character passed up her Vampire lover, to get it on with a freaking werewolf. Not just any werewolf, but a boring, bland character that holds no interest for me. It was like the vampire ceased to exist. I feel so betrayed by her actions, and the sudden plot change that I just don’t know if I can finish the book. Honestly. I was up half the night grumbling about this. My husband thinks I am nuts.