Okay. Oh my gosh. My head is still reeling with emotions.

No, silly, nothing happened to me. I just read and finished a book, that's all.

OH MY GOSH.

Why did I go to the school library today and happened to have chanced upon The Princess Diaries, Volume VIII - Princess On The Brink?

I should have guessed it from the title - Princess ON THE BRINK. MIA. SHE'S ON THE BRINK.

It was terrible!

Okay technically speaking Meg Cabot has not lost her wonderful writing skills. The book is beautiful.

But.

MIA BROKE UP WITH MICHAEL! WHY? SHE KISSED J.P! WHY? LILLY HATES HER? WHY? (Actually that was because J.P. was Lilly's boyfriend)

Most of all.

THE STORY ENDED WITH MIA EMAILING MICHAEL AN APOLOGY! AND IT WASN'T MUCH OF AN APOLOGY, HER EMAIL WENT "I'M SO SORRY, MICHAEL."

Are there torn pages in this book? Like, missing pages? It's new, but someone could have ripped the last pages off out of fury. Or something.

No. The book's whole.

I finished this book on the train from Tampines to Bukit Batok, including the time when I just stopped right outside BB MRT cos I wanted to finish the last few pages of the book. I nearly want to bawl my eyes out, too.

I mean, if you told me that in the 4th or 5th (I happen to have book 1 to 5) or even the 6th or 7th book that Mia and Michael (oh look, M&Ms, reminds me of the time I had a M&Ms craving back in sec 4) would break up I would laugh my ass off.

But they did. Because Michael - never mind.

Yeah. Never mind. Everyone of you now is probably thinking I'm insane, or didn't even to bother to read this post.

I was laughing at Mia's silly antics on the train.

And I started crying when she did, too. Of course I didn't have tears rolling down my faces and plenty of wet splotches on the book.

But my eyes were so full with tears that I had to BEG MYSELF to please, do not cry on the MRT. Everyone will think you are even more insane when you laughed at a book.

This reminds of the time when I got the last Harry Potter book, and I read it all in one day, practically crying myself dry.

But that was at home. And the last book was tragic. It was inevitable that people had to DIE.

But this is Mia and New York. It was NOT inevitable. She could NOT break up with him in the first place and NOT kiss stupid J.P. (actually it was an accident) who anyway should NOT have offered to bring her to watch Beauty and The Beast (Mia's favourite show) with seats for the top box just to cheer both of them up.

But Meg Cabot wouldn't have any readers left, as the people who grew up reading her first few books of Princess Diaries would have (like me) grown up by now, and wouldn't be really entertained with how Mia spends her time having princess lessons with Grandmere.

THIS IS NOT AN OBSESSION! STOP LAUGHING AT ME!

Anyway, about what I said, that reading books is like having sex. I retract that.

AND rephrase it.

Reading a NEW book is like a virgin having sex. You know, The First Time?

Not that I know what that feels seeing that I'm still a big V (and if not for the pregnancy thing that comes along with it actually I think - never mind) but that's what I feel when I read a book that I have not read before.

It's like, the first emotions, the first time you're reading something like this, and everything makes you want to go to the end (I just plain want to find out what happens in the end man).

But the 2nd and 3rd and consequent times, hmmm, not really.

That's why I don't really read books for more than 2 times unless I own them.

This post is really long. Thank God for blogging, I think I've recovered from the shock already. Dinner time.