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4.44 a.m in the morning and I have just finished the latest Harry Potter, courtesy of Miss Keem, she of the sparkly eyes and slidy specs.

Here's my review because I'm smarter than your mother:

If this book were a guy, it'll be a complete asshole standing around and looking at you with a shit-eating grin. You know, the kind of bastard grin that bastardly bastards get when they know something you don't. And they tell you just enough to get you hot and bothered. Bastards.

Bargh.