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I don't get it. If I am really into a book you couldn't shoot it out of my hands. If I've read a hundred pages I'm either going to quit or finish it just to see how stupid the protagonist can get.
But I don't read those super-epic-50-volume series books, either.
Except Amish romances. I love a good Amish romance. I can't WAIT to see if Rebekah and Sarah board the spaceship and take it over with their phasers by shooting the one eyed Charpalthar and the Ruminating Romping Rigomatarman or if they quit rumspringa altogether.
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