Confession Time!
I bought the Twilight books today. DON'T MAKE FUN OF ME, I already did enough of that myself. I have never read them. I just rated them so people would quit recommending them to me. And, like I said, no making fun, I like the movies. I don't know if I like them because they were the only thing that my mother actually enjoyed and looked forward to the last couple years of her life. Every time one of the movies would be released, we would see it together. I have a friend whose family owns a movie theatre one town over. He would let us come in after hours on the night of the release and watch the movie. And also to rewatch the movies in between releases. She died about 2 months before the last movie came out. The very end of the last book is all I have read. My middle sister and I took turns while she was in Hospice reading it to her so she knew how it all ended.
I picked up all four today in hardcover. Also The Short Life of Bree whatever her name is. They are all first editions (I know that doesn't mean much with these books), and two of them are first printings (which doesn't mean much monetarily, but it is memories).
I am going to slowly read them with my girls, when they decide to move back in that is. They have resorted to coming "home" during the day, and the interior door stays unlocked now. I heard them talking last night a out trying to remember why they were so mad. If they want the "grown up" feeling of having the little apartment, I am fine with that, but they will follow my rules, and leave it open to the rest of the house. It was nice one night when they tried to kiss ass and kept their brother occupied until he fell asleep. :)
Sorry for all the emotional things in this post. I don't like to talk about it so I figured writing it is the next best thing.