Book #40: Mastiff, by Tamora Pierce (the long version)

I am going to attempt to review this book.

It may end badly.

If it ends at all. ;)

( At least I've more or less calmed down... )

Everyone has (or could have) that one author. I always thought mine was going to be Marion Zimmer Bradley. I was wrong. Tamora Pierce always manages to work issues important to her into her novels, whether it's the use of fur or who a person loves, and it never feels soap-boxy or forced. I want to be like her when I grow up.

But enough about me!

( Now for the actual review! (more spoilers than usual)(also flailing) )

So I am standing by last night's rating, which was 10,000/10, for being about hope, love, girls, awesomeness, and for making me cry like a crying thing for the last fifty pages or so.

Rick Mercer Lays It Down (Again)

Rick Mercer has issued another challenge, this one to pretty much everyone in the world. Instead of promising "it gets better", make it better.

(I particularly like the part about treating the bullies at least as severely as if they'd vandalized the cafeteria. BECAUSE REALLY.)