To start off, I'll mention the Hunger Games. I've had many recommendations to read this beautiful series and to let you know; I have and I LOVED IT. Ms. Collins though broke my heart many many times. The books were beautiful and if Peeta was an actual person I would cuddle up next to him and go to sleep. Like a teddy bear. I love him to bits and I LOVED Gale. Until he became obsessed with weaponry and killed that innocent little girl by association. Broke my heart he did. Broke and stomped on it.
I find this a little ironic that the title of this post is about how much I hate complaining and this blog is essentially about complaining about books.
The other thing I want to address is my font. I like my font, I think it's beautiful. It even looks kind of like my handwriting. I have really nice handwriting. Which is why I loved that font. It was more personal, more me. It made this whole ridiculous blog thing feel more like I was continuing the story in my head. But alas, I'll change it. Not to the normal hash baggery that you all are probably thinking of. Boring people. That's right, I just called you boring and I won't apologize for it you boring boring people.
P.S.- Please refrain from using my name if you know. If you didn't get the hint from my About Me I'll say it now: I don't want these people to know my name. I don't think that it's a terribly important thing to know my name and plus it makes it feel more secret. More fun. So please, if you used my name in a comment delete or repost without my name. I won't force you too, just something I'd appreciate. I am changing the font for you.