I just finished the third book in the Twilight series.
One week-3 books.
My poor kids. Actually, it was a perfect week to ignore them-Margarita has been gone on a week long field trip and Julio got strep and has been lying on the couch sleeping most of the week. So it was really like I was neglecting just 2 kids instead of 4. Well...and a husband. By Tuesday night he was pretty fed up. When I did put the book down to acknowledge his presence, it was almost as if he didn't want to hear about the crisis-du-jour of Bella and Edward. Go figure. Wednesday night I made myself leave the book in the kitchen until he went to bed so I didn't ignore him for the 5th night in a row.
Today, he went out of town, so I could finish the last book without guilt. Bwhahaha.
The books were kind of draining for me-like when I watch 24. I wouldn't say they were my favorite books ever, but they sure held my attention. I thought Meyer did a great job of accurately depicting the feelings involved in young love, heart break, parental love and protection. Bella kind of bugged me at times. But even so, I haven't been so engrossed since Harry Potter. I found myself wanting to read the books constantly-even in the car (despite the fact that I get very carsick very quickly).
Unlike the Potter books, where I was always sad to finish a book, I feel relieved tonight. I don't like scary books or movies and this was about as scary as I can handle without totally freaking myself out when I get up in the middle of the night to feed Pedro.
Bad vampires are very bad.
I'm glad I don't have to think about it again until August 2nd.
Thursday, February 28, 2008