Now, gentlefriends, I will tell the story of a girl devastated.

She read the final pages of the book in her hands, a shocked expression on her face.

“Fuuuuuuuuckkkkk yoooouuuuu,” she said.
“Oooooo gooooooddd,” she said. Aloud.

There was nobody else in the room.

Then she set the book down and sat for a moment, head propped in her hands, staring at the white of her bedspread and contemplating the agony of a month, o yes, a month, without the next volume in the series. And she was devastated.