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Half an hour ago as I said bye to my bearded friend, and settled inside my cab, my friend from college called up. Shouting and Panting, "How Could They Do This, How Could They Do This" and I went "Who did What?". "House Of Cards Duh?" came the reply. "Don't you dare!" I barked. In general I can handle spoilers, trivia and news regarding television shows, my bearded buddy had recited the plot line of Mad Men's Season Finale and I was hardly bothered, but House of Cards has a special affinity. "See that's what this show does! It makes friends our enemies" to this I roll my eyes, I wished she could see it. "No, you are not an enemy, but I would appreciate if you keep your excitement bolted." I reply. Last time my reading was spoiled when internet went bonkers about Delphini being the love child of Tom Marvolo Riddle and Bellatrix Lestrange. "But how do I contain it, its so disturbing...

Book Review: Kindred Spirits by Rainbow Rowell Quote: OK. So. If I go to a football party at my brother's house, I don't know anything about football, and I'm the nerd. And if go dancing with my friend who likes to dance, well, I don't dance, and I don't like loud music, so I'm the nerd. But now, even if I go see a comic-book movie, the whole world is there— so I'm still the nerd. I would have thought a Star Wars line would be safe. We have all heard of fandoms, fanatics, and fans. The one who recalls every scene of the series they die for, who know everything related to the series, trivia or non-cannon they have read fictions and fanfictions, downloaded every OST to Background Score. This short story is about one such nerd, Elena, who has been devotee of the religion called Star Wars. And fans can go to any extent to prove their loyalty. So with a sleeping bag, baby wipes and one phone battery, Elena is queuing for the next Star War ...