I finished the Twilight series. And now there's a tiny sad void in my day and night.
I won't tell you that this book is a great piece of literature. It isn't.
I won't tell you it's sophisticated. Because it's not.
I won't tell you I didn't roll my eyes throughout it and wish the author had a heavier-handed editor. I did. (especially in the 2nd book)
I can't remember in recent history having more fun reading a series. I would get a certain twinkle in my eye each time I thought, "Hey, I have some time. I think I'll go curl up and read some more of the Bella & Edward saga." I know Big Dude thought I was nuts and even Eldest Dude rolled his eyes at the thought of Mommy reading her vampire books. But, oh well. 'Twas FUN, I tell you.
And I'm so thankful for Julie's enthusiasm and generosity. I was on a very long waiting list at the library (darn all those teenage girls!) for the 3rd book, when I won the drawing at Julie's blog for the last two books in the series. Because Julie is such a