Much as I enjoy watching TV on DVD over movies, I also enjoy reading serial teen novels over real books. I love the Hunger Games, Princess Diaries, etc. Don’t you remember how UPSET you were when you shut the last Harry Potter book and it was all over? FOREVER? Harry, Ron, Hermione, etc., who we grew up with. Like, we went to high school with them. And coincidentally, the last book came out the summer after I graduated. And I knew that that chapter of my life was over forever.
Well, I’m feeling quite the same now. I just finished the last book of the Confessions of Georgia Nicolson series and I am HEART BROKEN. I don’t think you understand how much I love these silly little books. Georgia Nicolson is the only female literary character I’ve ever really related to. We are one and the same. Except she is English. And probably cooler than me. And actually fictional. But whatever.
So, this part of my life is over, and I don’t know what this means. But perhaps this jug of Carlo Rossi will help me…
PS Read these books! They are swell.