Books: Hamilton, Laurell K. The Killing Dance (1997)

I am not happy with Anita Blake right now. I am baffled by the choices that Laurell K. Hamilton makes for her heroines. I mean, HOW in the HELL ...

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I don't get it. I just don't get it.

Packs a Wallop

Slammed my hand into the wall and now two of the knuckles are swollen. I also had an amazingly real dream in which Anne Hathaway was being spurned by all of the snotty Eastern Europeans at a posh school somewhere in the middle of, you guessed it, Eastern Europe. It did, however, have a happy ending because everyone suddenly realized how cool she really was and, of course, the cutest guy in school - probably named Ivan or Sergei, kissed her. *Smack* In front of the entire class on her sulky, yummy, pouty, red mouth.