I was wrong. So wrong about who the big bad was going to be. And I'm okay with that, because instead of the satisfaction of being right, I get the gasp-worthy "no way!" reaction that is a thousand times better.

I loved Season 8: can't get enough Buffy. And I'm excited for Season 9, when I get around to reading it, because it'll be back to basics. Buffy fighting baddies in alleys and failing at love, life, and sometime friendship. Stories about humanity are my favorite. Everyday exceptional humanity.