If there's anything I love to hate more, it's a cliffhanger.
I will spend an entire novel hoping for one, while praying to the book gods
that I'm wrong. I'm invested emotionally, allowing the author to string me
along, hoping the characters pull through unscathed. But I'm also twirling my
villain mustache; crossing my fingers the author has planned something totally
naughty. Make no mistake about it. I want all the bad to happen. In spades. Is
there a better time to experience something as wicked as this? Other than when
you're out being an actual, honest-to-god evil person, that is. Probably
not.
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