This month something became very clear to me: I am fussy. And inconsistent. Like what bothers me horribly with one book doesn’t bother me in another book. I blame my mood. 😀 I am also much more forgiving when a story engrosses me completely. Flaws get overlooked and ignored but when a story drags or I really, really, REALLY hate a character, every plot hole aggravates me terribly. So yeah, I am persnickety and hypocritical and maybe a tad whiny. And I don’t care. All I care about is good books!