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Did Diana Gabaldon just make a Benedict Cumberbatch joke? Am I spending too much time on tumblr? I fear the answer to both of these questions is yes.

I have to give Gabaldon some credit for consistency. Roger never grows a brain until at least halfway through his storylines.

OH COME NOW. REALLY? REALLY? NOSTRADAMUS SHIT? REALLY?

And you know what? Fuck this guy too. What a fucking prick.

I am now convinced that Gabaldon wrote this just to fuck us up. She sat down at her laptop in wherethehellever and said, "macbook, macbook, on my lap, what will fuck my readers up?" I know it doesn't rhyme. I'VE BEEN FUCKED UP.

I had to google "have the Indian sign on someone" and I can't prove it yet, but I'm sure it's racist. It's always racist.

OH SHIT. OH SHIT. Damn. I did not see that coming. And now I apologize for bitching about the 1980 business.

TULACH ARD!!!!

Meanwhile, back at my commute, this book is getting creepy as hell. And TEN POINTS TO CALEB CARR for having a female character call bullshit on Freud.

I just spent an hour trying to ride herd on other people's "precocious" children, and I am not in the mood for fictional ones. THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE KID FRIENDLY.

OH COME ON. NO ONE GIVES A FLYING FUCK ABOUT 1980.

I'm going to need the kids to quit hanging around my desk right about now. They don't need to know Miss KJ reads smut at work.

Still no forgiveness for "L'Oignon". It's not cute to play with other people's toys. You're a professional, for fuck's sake.

*incoherent shrieking*

I am such a sucker for Quakers, y'all. They remind me so much of my own people (the Reform Jews), and in all honesty, it's kind of comforting to feel ANY kind of kinship with the majority religion in this country. So much nonsense and abuse of the Hebrew Bible. But pissed off Quakers? THOSE are my people.

It would be spoiling to tell you who, but FUCK THAT GUY RIGHT IN HIS EAR.

PELEG. There is a character named Peleg. Gabaldon had entirely too much fun with the names in this one. Not that I blame her. I have an ancestress named Thankful Berry and I have half a mind to torture my own child with it.

If this sex worker doesn't become a regular character, I will be CRUSHED. Home-grown American sass FTW.

If a hot put the moves on me, then sat me down and told me the whole Roger Mac/Tuscarora/Mohawk story, pretty sure I'd pull a Donna Meagle. (Use him, abuse him, and lose him. The Meagles are a cold people.)

BOOOOOO. Ten points from House Gabaldon for borrowing other novelists' people. No compliments to your mother.

LEAVE ME ALONE, PATRONS. I'M ON IMPORTANT LIBRARY BUSINESS.

I'd like to take this opportunity to advertise the book Pox Americana, about the smallpox epidemic that changed the course of the Revolutionary War. If there's not some smallpox in this book, I will be disappointed indeed at the lost opportunity.

Petition for Mrs. Figg to get a spinoff series begins now.

No situation was ever improved by the introduction of anyone named "Jethro".

I'm so excited about this book, I'm fanning myself at the information desk. YOU MUST CHILL. YOU MUST CHILL. I HAVE HIDDEN YOUR KEYS.

OH SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT ROGER MAC.

This is now a Gabaldon blog. I won't post any spoilers as updates, but there will probably be emojis and movie quotes. LET'S DO THIS.

I'm pretty sure I guessed the ending about 40 pages ago, but I still went and turned a couple lights on around the house.