Having finished the 4 book series yesterday, I have to admit I am feeling a bit depressed. The last time I felt like this was the day after I got married. It seems as though when you're wrapped up in something so wonderful and you don't want to come up for air that once you do, you feel like you're drowning almost.
The post-wedding blues set on once the excitement dies down and you realize that all the butterflies and hours upon hours building up to the climactic event have been quieted. Surprisingly, I had a feeling this would happen once I closed the cover on Breaking Dawn, Stephenie Meyer's final book in the Twilight Series. As I turned the last 5 pages, I felt the dred settling in and almost didn't want to keep reading. However, those last pages were no different than the previous 2000 of the saga and I simply couldn't bring myself to stop.
Never in my life have I been inspired to read a book more than once. I don't seem to have enough patience for flipping pages when I already know the outcome. My life has been changed forever... and on so many levels. I'm already running through my schedule for today in my head and looking for a few moments that I may be able to go back and pick up my now tattered edition of Twilight. The binding has been broken like many of Bella's favorite works and I know that something on the pages will catch my eye and draw me in once again to Edward's mysterious mind and Bella's unimaginable courage and honesty.
Stephenie is probably the most talented writer I've ever come across. It's rare to find such adventure, mystery, romance, intrigue and emotion all in one place.
Here's to not wanting it to ever end.