Succubus Shadows, Not A Review

I started reading Succubus Shadows last night at around 10:30pm. I never learned my lesson with any Richelle Mead's book that once I started reading, I wouldn't be able to put it down. At 4:30am, Bleary-eyed and a little depress, I forced myself to let go of my Iphone (I read through my Stanza application) and close my eyes. But, the feeling of being heartbroken still lingers. I'm just amazed how this book really ensnared me. I have not finished reading it yet. I still want to immerse myself a little bit longer in Georgina's misery and depression. I am admittedly a masochist in this case.