Any scene than ends with the hero slinging a bazooka on her shoulder and aiming it at God works for me. I finished up at 6 p.m., incidentally, after a 1000-words-in-an-hour word-war in chat (thanks, guys, for running with me), and have luxuriated in free time in the evening by reading a little and sleeping a lot.
Yesterday’s scene made me cry. Today, I had myself laughing. Tomorrow … going to have to see.
