"Damn you bastards!" This is my response to the writers. And I said it (in my head) just as Marty McFly yelled the immortal line "damn you bastards!!!" when Doc Brown was mowed down by the Libyans.

I say this because I did not want to buy this book. Last year I said no, I will not buy your Texas Football thoughts. I admit, I am a bit of a cheapskate. I will blow money on good restaurants and booze (I know, I'm unique aren't I)? But in the end I eat "Cheesy Poofs" not "Cheetos." If I think I can get the goods for free, or less, I do. I thought why should I pay for blather I can get on the internet? Just post it on your site for free you pricks. Then I got bored, and had a scotch, and clicked on a link. Then I noticed I could sample. I sampled. Then bought, then stopped reading to write this fan post. Damn you bastards.

You should know that I don't even know if I like the writers on this site. Sometimes I'm "hell yeah!" and sometimes "I'm screw you!" whether I say it or not. I do know I follow them, and that's the highest compliment I can pay a writer. I dated a grad student who was into this former Cosmo editor's blog. She got me hooked and now I follow this romance writer like a college girl (At least her first novel was optioned for a movie by R Witherspoon before it was published) and sometimes I can't stand her. She's a really good writer though. I almost don't like her because I have to read her stuff now. That happens to me here quiet often. Call me a hate reader.

In short, if you are waiting for some reason and haven't bought this book, do it. You can even hate read it (sips scotch). You will/might mourn the loss of Donald Catalon and will/might want to make your beverage of choice. I have to get back to reading.