One week, two days

When I finished reading the Hunger Games Series, I mentioned to my sister Rose that I didn't know what exactly I was going to do with myself anymore. (This is something that I always feel when I finish reading something.) I told her that I was so bored that I was even starting to consider reading the Twilight book, just to see if it was a stupid as I thought that it would be. She talked me into it. I went to the Library and picked it up. I was so embarrassed to even have it in my hands, that I turned it around so that the back of the book was showing and it wouldn't be so easily recognized. When I brought it home, I decided to read the first couple of pages so that I could get it over with, call Rose and tell her that it was to dumb and I couldn't read it, and take it back to the library. Two hours later, I was a ways into the book and realized that there was some commitment to the book going on. Well, last night I finished the last book. I spent ONE WEEK, and TWO DAYS reading the series, all four books. I had to go to work on Friday and I was exhausted (think dark circles under my eyes, it was obvious) I hadn't officially slept in two nights. I couldn't get my brain to shut down, and eventually ended up climbing out of bed around 3 in the morning so that I could read the book. My work friends, curious as to why I looked so haggard...called me a twilight nerd when they found out what was going on. Well, it is what it is folks. That's all I can say. However, I will also say that I loved every minute of every book. And that's saying something, I didn't think that they were for me, I didn't enjoy this kind of subject. I was wrong. I might even read them again someday. I was so glad that it had such a happy ending. I am so glad that Bella never got so whiney that she was annoying me. And I am so glad that I finally gave in and read these books, because now I know what I was missing.