I just finished last night. That book through me for so many twists and turns that not only did I cry through the last 2 chapters (since my grandmother's funeral, I don't handle death well), but as I hit the climax of the story, the hair on my arms were standing straight up. I finished 'round 4:30am, had a fitful sleep and at 9 this morning, I was still shaky. Excellent woman, positively brilliant. I haven't been so captivated by a book since...well, since Goblet of Fire actually. It's a bit annoying that things all of a sudden get REALLY good in the last 100 pages or so, but when it's over it's like the suspense was all worth it.
Some git on the radio slipped up and said who died on the air...there was dead silence for half a minute, then you could hear them whispering in the background ("I thought everyone knew about...what do we do?!?). Then, he said "Alright then!" and immediately turned on some music. It was hilarious, but I know there are hundreds of angry people out there who beat up their radios this morning, screaming "WHYTHEHELLDIDHETELLUSWHODIEDI'LLKILLHIM!!!!"
