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I’ve just finished reading Ladder of Years by Anne Tyler, and when I finished the book, I simply glowered at the last paragraph and yelled "bloody hell!" at nobody in particular.
For the love of fuck, Delia, you fucking bitch. I had high hopes for you, but you had to let me down and go back to that goddamn idiot of a husband of yours.
If Delia was real, I would beat her around the head with a frying pan, and tell her to wake up and smell the fucking coffee. And if she didn't smell the coffee, I would ram the coffee jar up her arse until she changed her mind and made the ending of the book slightly more interesting by leaving her husband again.
Do you think I am a little bit too worked up over all of this?
For the love of fuck, Delia, you fucking bitch. I had high hopes for you, but you had to let me down and go back to that goddamn idiot of a husband of yours.
If Delia was real, I would beat her around the head with a frying pan, and tell her to wake up and smell the fucking coffee. And if she didn't smell the coffee, I would ram the coffee jar up her arse until she changed her mind and made the ending of the book slightly more interesting by leaving her husband again.
Do you think I am a little bit too worked up over all of this?