I love it. I love it when you read a good book, and you know it's good and you enjoy it thoroughly. I love the anticipation that comes when you think you're close to climax, that one moment that (if it's written right) will send you in awe for a couple of seconds. I'm in that moment now, which came totally unexpected and damn, IT WAS GOOD. You gotta put Leah Cypess's Mistwood on your "to read" list, don't know the ending yet, but I'm pretty sure it won't disappoint me.