The Chronicles of Narnia

I'm in mourning. Mourning over the fact that I am on the last book of The Chronicles of Narnia series. Mourning that there will be no more adventures with Aslan, or Mr. Tumnus, or Reepicheap, or the Pevensies, or Puddleglum, or Prince Caspian, or Scrubb, or Pole, or Bree, or sailing to the East, or searching for the lost prince, or defeating the White Witch. Often, with good books, there's a feeling of sadness when the last page has been turned. It's that feeling of wishing the story could go on, wishing that there could be just a little more information about what happens after. Fortunately, with The Chronicles of Narnia, that feeling of sadness is countered by the excitement for the next book in the series. But I am now at the last book and will no longer be able to feel so excited about the next book in the series. For one there is not. It's the end. 

 I'm having a Pity Party at my house tonight at about 11:45 (that's when I will mostly likely finish it), if anyone would like to come...

On a lighter note...Cannon Beach tomorrow! Woot woot! I've been to many beaches in Florida, Hawaii, Washington, the Caribbean, California, New York, Mexico, and New Jersey, but none of them have impressed me quite as much as Oregon beaches do, and especially Cannon Beach, for that matter. Palm trees, white sand, and warm water are pretty relaxing. But nothing compares to the fierce waves, the jagged rocks, the vibrant color, and the adventure that is provoked on Oregon beaches.