I intend to finish it tonight, because I'm nearly done and don't want to lug it on the train with me tomorrow (NYC! Deb! Another old friend! My editor!). Also, don't have nearly enough to go to *last* the train ride, or the train back Wednesday (five-ish hours each way).

I'm worried about Miss McCleethy, which is where my mind went when you said "predictable" and I've been hoping for a twist, so I'll take your word that there will be joy. Loving it so completely anyway -- Libba really does the teenage angst thing beautifully.

Of course, now I have to figure out what I have lying around to read on the train instead...