Conversation from early yesterday:
theOtherCanary: I was just rereading my review of Alchemyst.
Is it a sign of sickness that the review made me want to read the second book just to find out if its as bad as the first?
CanaryTheFirst: Hahahahaha
And not just any review.
Your own NEGATIVE review.
theOtherCanary: I mean seriously? What does that say about me?
CanaryTheFirst: Meg, let me stage an intervention.
theOtherCanary: No.
Your intervention will end with me reading it for your profit.
CanaryTheFirst: if you are inclined to read terrible books, let me switch out that one and switch in–
Oh.
…you know me too well.
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Five hours later, I get a text from Meg saying that the book in question had leaped across the expanse of teal carpeting, dodged a mystified reader, and dove into her bag at Barnes and Noble. As she explains, she has no option now but to read the poor, desperate thing.
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The Book Canaries 
I have the first one sitting on my shelf – you’ve inspired me to read it, which probably wasn’t intentional. I must admit that I enjoy reading a terrible book now and then.
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