I want to call attention to a momentous (di– “worthy” of being a “moment?”) occasion: my good friend cookiemonger has finished the first draft of her novel:

The Good Boy’s Guide to Breaking Things

(The link isn’t to the book itself, it’s to the announcement of her writing “The End.”)

I don’t think I can adequately express how exciting this is to me, so I’ll just babble a little bit. At the time of writing this post, I’ve only read the very first chapter of the very first part of the story, and I like it. It’s weird and quirky and darkly humorous. All things I find quite appealing in a story of any kind. And I look forward to its completion.

I don’t know what else to say, really. I don’t know how to explain how, of all the reading I’ve done in my life (which is quite a bit, to be fair, despite a recent failing to consume much beyond Wikipedia articles and TVtropes examples) I’m excited to read her book.

It’s sort of like if you really, really like British television, and you’re sad they’re all so short and you always come in after one you like has finished and gone off the air, and then, then there’s this one time when you get to be there when your new favorite begins!

That’s sort of what it’s like, and there were so many things I wanted to emphasize about that last sentence in the previous paragraph that I couldn’t figure out a combination of bolded or italicized text to properly illustrate it. You could probably just replace all the words in that particular sentence with a single, elongated “squee.”