So I started reading The Mortal Instruments and it was alright, I mean it was all fun and charming, but then what one would think is the resolution of the book happens like a hundred pages before the book’s over and, well, we all know that kind of thing is bad, and then I was all suspicious and just as I thought, IT ALL WENT TO SHIT.

And now I can’t put the book down even though I have this burning desire to throw it across the room and pluck fistfuls of my hair out.