Yesterday I finished reading this book:
Which made me sad because like all books that I enjoy, I didn't want it to end. I wish it could have gone on longer than the 536 pages that it was. But no, it had to stop. Why?? WHY??
Then I started thinking about another author that I enjoy greatly - Ann M. Martin. See, her books were great because even when the book did end, you knew that there would be another in the best series ever - The Babysitters Club!! Ahhh, those were great. Real pieces of literary genius. Yesterday I was compelled to look up stuff about the books and I found that there are roughly 200 books in the series, once you include the super specials, mysteries, etc. And of those roughly 200 books, I have read about 160-170ish probably. And most of the books that I haven't read were published after I turned 12 or 13 and decided that I should no longer read them. Thank goodness when I was about 17 I realized that that was a HORRIBLE idea and Erin and I swapped all of our books and refound a lost love. I only wish now that I still had mine. Unfortunately, sometime after high school I sold them all in a rummage sale. What a bad idea. (Unlike Kristy's idea, which was great. Book #1 anyone??)