I was NOT expecting that.

I just finished reading The Friday Night Knitting Club. Have any of you read this?

Show of hands–who was not expecting the end until about 7/8ths of the way through, but was too far gone to stop and put the book down?

Shit. Shitshitshit.

I’m putting more thoughts behind a “more” tag.

WHY?!?!?! Why did I think this was going to be a light-hearted romp about a yarn shop? I’ve been snotty and on the verge of crying for three hours now. There’s a dull ache that settled behind my eyes when I realized what was happening with the story, and I know it’s from not letting myself just cry it out, but I’m too pissed off to cry.

I thought, at first, something was going to happen with Granny. Then, because Georgia was having all of these people come back into her life, I thought something would happen to Cat(Cathy, Catherine) or James. It wasn’t until none of that happened that I looked up from my book, closed my eyes, and said, “oh. shit. Nonononononono.” Only to be proven right when the end happened the way it did.

I’ve been trying to do everything I can to stop thinking about the book. I picked up some wayward paper towels in the kitchen. I cleaned the litter box while the cats watched their food bowl and asked, “huh? I don’t need a clean potty, I need food, lady!” I layed down on my side of the bed, hoping I could get comfortable enough to watch television. I moved to Caryn’s side of the bed, thinking that maybe I would be comforted if her side smelled like her. It doesn’t. And then, stupidly, I told the DVR to play some Knitty Gritty. The last thing I needed was to watch a show with knitting, let alone Mom-and-child duos creating a knitted piece together, damn it.

I’m hopeless this morning. (Why, yes, it is almost 5am.)