Loved. Loved. Loved.
Couldn't help but think of Glee as I read this. Just read it.

Here's one of my signs of a great book: I cried at the end (I am a sap when it comes to kids, but books rarely make me cry), but they were happy tears. When brushing my teeth this morning, I started thinking about it again and teared up again.

Will be forcing it into my roommate's hands shortly.