I guess there's a thing called the Book Blogger Hop, which I approve of if only because it gets the song At the Hop stuck in my head.
So. The question that was supposed to be answered on Friday, but I'm late for everything this week, is:
"Who's your all-time favorite book villain?"
My boring answer would probably be Dolores Umbridge, because she causes an impotent rage to fill my churny insides whenever I read Order of the Phoenix, but let's go with Rosalie Murray from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte.
Rosalie Murray is a bitch. I mean this in the most forgiving way possible. She just is. Agnes has a horrible life as a governess, and the one happiness she has is this relationship she's forming with the curate Edward Weston, and Rosalie tries to steal him away. My hand unconsciously curled into a fist while reading one particularly infuriating chapter. If I could punch Rosalie Murray, I would.