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The only way to truly explain how i felt about Anne Rice's most famous novel is with the help of Alison Pill:

At least i know there's no way Audrey Niffenegger's dark fairytale will disappoint me so horrifically.

My Dad bought me this beauty and a Blu-ray copy of Legend to boot:

The man knows how to cheer me up.

A talent not many people possess but Perth's Waterstones certainly does.

In abundance.

I may have 'stumbled' inside those spined walls on a rogue trip with my sister into 'the fair city' to cheer me up after a craptacular day.

I came away with two Stephen King classics and a desperate need for more.

Which my sister sneakily satisfied by duping me into paying at one end of the store while she bought the book i forced myself to put back, at the other end:

She is a demon but i kinda like her that way.

Plus! she fed me Chai from Caffè Nero.

Can't ask for much more, now can i?

Well.

To not still be in a sucky mood.

That'd be nice.

Come on serotonin, elevate my mood dammit!

...

I think i may have to resort to kittens on the internet...

Pfft.

'Resort'

Who am i kidding?