I am a shameful liar.

I said I ordered Pagan’s Daughter online.

While I may exaggerate for ~literary effect~ (I AM AN ARTISTE, MY KEYBOARD A PAINTBRUSH), that was just a blatant lie. I have disturbed the trust my few readers have of me. I hope you can forgive me. I truly was planning on ordering it, after all! I just needed to get my credit card, but my laziness won me over when it promised that ordering from Borders would be cheaper.

Turns out I didn’t even have to order it, because it was in the store. I scampered my way over to the final book to my most beloved series. Guess where I found it?

…In the section labelled “Ages 8 – 12″. FMLLLLLLLLLL.

People I’m friends with on Facebook, they like the Jane Austens and other oooh la laaaa-type authors. Impressive books that make you think of dense tiny print. My favourite book is for little children. >_<

But you know what? I’m glad they have access to such quality literature in this dark age where the only thing marketed towards these brats is vampires. So there!

Oh, and this Pagan’s Daughter thing. Fans sound iffy about it, so I’m mostly reading it for pretty things about how much Roland and Pagan were in love with each other (lol jk, I think they loved each other so much that to say such a love can only exist in a romantic sense only cheapens their relationship. Hurrrr!). Especially since the only person still alive from the other books is Isidore.

…And other fangirlish rantings like that. I’m exciiiiiiiited. I’m about to start reading it. (Except I’m lying again – I started last night.)