It's almost three in the morning and I just finished a book I started roughly a day ago.

So... can someone please enlighten me as to why I just read this now?

My word, November 9 captivated me. And I mean it absolutely held my mind, heart, and soul and adamantly refused to let go until I finished it. Books like this one remind me that not all YA contemporary fiction novels are utter crap. And I'm sorry for saying so but I still have that wrong notion over most of the books under that genre. I'm working on it though, I promise. And if I keep on finding books like November 9, I'm pretty sure that soon enough, I'll have a complete change of heart.

P.S. This girl right here just became a Colleen Hoover fan, and she is currently rejoicing to have more books by her stored and ready for reading in her Kindle.