Her

Hallo! How are you? Nice to see you again!

I would like to thank Sasha Mahuli, Tanvi Joshi and Tanaya Shivname dearly for their thoughtful and efficacious present. Thank you ever so much.

No matter how much I tried to believe in Robert Galbraith (I scratched out the circular sticker on the book, that falsified his existence, and covered the letters at the back of the book that did the same), you cannot erase from your mind what you already know unless you forget it with time.

I did my best to read the book without any prior judgement and pretended to myself as if I did not know who Robert Galbraith really is. But only if we all could exercise even a tinniest bit of mind control!

Am I happy I know who Galbraith really is? 

No.

Why? 

Because I wasn't supposed to know! She didn't want anyone to know. (that bloody law firm!) Yes, even though I am fully aware that if not for the stupid publicity-seeking law firm I wouldn't have ever held the copy of that book in my hand, I still wanted it to go as she wanted it to. (that's fandom for you)

How was the book? Did I like it?

The book is great. But I like to believe I would have guessed it's her even if I hadn't known. I mean when you think of it, she stares back at you through those pages, unmistakably.

Is the writing manly?

Well, no. But then again, I already knew. And that is my sorrow. But why did she use Galbraith anyway? I mean I would hate it if I randomly overlook a book written by some Tony Clarkson or Andrew Fielding when in reality as in my oblivion, it has been written by her. How dreadful that would be! 

Like millions of other readers I want her to keep on writing and keep on giving birth to characters aching to take birth. And I would also like her to choose better lawyers.

All hail the Queen!