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I swore I wasn't going to. Honestly, I was just double checking for concrete information telling me what I wanted to hear - scouring the internet for some new interview or news piece. Finally, I ended up at Stephenie Meyer's website, and before I could even think about what I was doing, I started reading the online draft of Midnight Sun. I read until midnight yesterday, cursing myself for how tired I knew I'd be this morning, but only got half-way through what is only about a third of what the final book should be. Then today, I couldn't concentrate; I kept flitting back over to the pdf I saved on my flash to read at work. Dangerous, considering how intently the people there seem to wait for reasons to accuse me of some new wrong-doing, and the fact that I'm expected to compile an important budget report for Monday. But I stole as much time as I could, spent my lunch reading, and then came home and finished the rest. I told myself that if I read it, I'd regain my composure, I'd be able to concentrate. While it's true that I've eliminated the allure of my distraction by taking away the element of the unknown, I'm certainly not satisfied, nor will I be, until I can read the whole book. All of which brings me back to the reason for my frantic searching, which is the agony of not being given a definitive answer as to the status of the finished book! How immensely frustrating. Surely she will finish it, right? Aaaagh!