I read that book. You know, Breaking Dawn? Yeah, it was really good. Well, most of it was. There were about 200 pages that I felt had no purpose. However, there were exactly 222 pages that make the book worth everything. Out of 743 pages, I suppose the majority of it was good.
But I feel cheated, in a way.
I feel that the main character made the wrong choice.
I feel that the author twisted logic and tradition to fit her own agenda.
I suppose that's okay for an author, but when one describes someone as frozen in the point of time where they ceased to live as a human and merely existed one expects that all organs cease working. If that was not the case, I would've appreciated being told so.
As far as I'm concerned, vampires shoot blanks.
I have baked around a million cookies within this past week. I almost feel like declaring that I will never bake another cookie again!
But alas! That is untrue.
Surfer Boy (who I have never mentioned before on this blog) got his braces off. It was a definite improvement. We are nothing more than friends. I mean, every once and a while he makes me feel like someone could actually consider loving me.
But as I said, we are nothing more than friends, so he does not.