Frickin' February already. Unbelievable. And yet, it's starting just like January: with a cold. Or something evil and vile masking as a cold just to confuse my doctor who is running out of shit to test me for. Also, and I never thought this would happen, I'm running out of veins with which to give forth the blood. Bygones. The point is this: I loved Marisa de los Santos's second novel as much as the first. And the magic mouse is truly, ridiculously magic. Freaking magic, bitches! And once I figure out this whole two-finger swipe business, I'll really be rocking the internets.
Also, I love pumas. But only on my socks.