You know that exhilarating crush-like feeling you get when you meet someone new who makes you laugh and laugh and feel 100% good about the world? You know how it is — you think you want to spend all your available free time with this person and get to know everything about them and introduce them to all of your friends, except that (let’s face it) your friends are already getting sick of hearing you talk about your crush, even if they’re being polite enough not to let you see them roll their eyes.
Well… I’m currently having that experience. With a book.
I’ve got another 32 pages to go in Linda Urban’s A Crooked Kind of Perfect, but that’s only because I’m so smitten with this book that I keep trying to stretch out the remaining pages, so that I can spend a little more time with these characters and enumerate the reasons this book has me so starry-eyed. Hopefully by the time I’ve finished it and we’ve spent a few days apart I won’t be in such deep smit and will therefore be able to step back and give this book a proper review, with a plot synopsis and everything.
In the meantime, though, I’m not so ungrounded as to think that A Crooked Kind of Perfect and I have an exclusive relationship so, really, it’s fine with me if you want to read it too.