Emptiness. Always felt and always have whenever i turned past the last page of the book i was reading. End of my twilight journey. Completed within three weeks, the last three books within one week and the final book within a day. All 754 pages of them, in a day. To be exact, 23 hours, 37 minutes and 6 seconds. Impressive? Nay, i'm sure many of you hold Guiness records for speed reading. I am but a late bloomer.
I was craving for more, like a hunger that kept on building even after a full meal, so much so that i even read the whole aknowledgements twice just before closing the back cover. Still hungry.
Superhero. Bad or good, no problem, as long as they can fly a plane or profess undying genuine love for you. Ahh, fantasies, like the matchstick you hold in the dark, giving you the little hope for a moment of light.
I watched the movie first before reading the book, watched it three times before the suspense was killing me slowly. I wanted to know more, i needed to know what was in store for them. Hence, my journey to the twilight saga began.
Now, the journey has ended and i'm searching. Searching for my next obsession, waiting for it to erupt, taking over my willpower to do anything meaningful.
Books. My bff.
ps: i was kidding on the exact time i took reading the last book. No folks, i do not time how fast i read :)
