The Truth Is Often Stranger Than Fiction

I just titled my post with lyrics from The Sound of Music, a musical that my undieing love for Julie Andrews can't provoke me to like. What is wrong with me?

Is it true? Oh yes it is! I have finished the Twilight series (or saga as Stephenie Meyer likes to call it). It is done! And I did not cause any physical harm to myself expect for actually reading it. The last book is by far the worst and could have easily been edited to half its volume to get the story out. The ending was boring and dull. And it felt like Meyer got her self into a little jumble when she had Alice & Jasper leave which then turned into a whole crazy spiral of a story to get herself out of it.

When I closed Breaking Dawn for the last night I immediately picked up a book that didn't have the names Edward, Bella, Carisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, Renesmee, Charlie or Jacob in it. I chose a book that, hopefully due to good writing, didn't use the same adjectives over and over again; such as cold, hard, topaz, russet, hot, chagrin, and other repetitive descriptive words. There will be no sparkling vampire or shape-shifting werewolves. There will be no half-mortal/half-immortal babies. Well at least I hope these are things that will not contribute to my new literary adventure. I have chosen Death:a life as my new book. I have shelves upon shelves of other books that I have bought that have been waiting to be read, and this is a more recent purchase, but I just wanted a laugh. I do in fact have 2 other books started from different parts of this past fall and a book of Stephen Kings stories Nightmares and Dreamscapes to finish, but this one stood out to me. What could be funnier than reading Death's memoir? It will be nice to hear things from his point of view. Plus it seems like this book may be able to provoke some intellectual thoughts into my little head. Although I will always have my Twilight moments with Mikey and Christina to annoy the living crap out of most of the people we love.

But with that note, my break is over and I have another hour or so to deal with 8th graders.