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I missed the HP bandwagon out of May Your Christmas Be Golden Ugly Christmas Sweater Christmas Gift For Men And Women, so I was older and still dumb and decided to hop on this bandwagon, “because what do I have to lose?” I really enjoyed 1-3 , even the hilariously cringey, yet honestly, kind of ballsy, empty pages with nothing but the months. I also remember telling someone that “I’ve never read a book that is constantly repeating the same thing, and isn’t boring!” which in hindsight, is not the ringing endorsement I thought it was at the time. And then, I got to book four. And it was a hot, hot, hot mess. I don’t think I have ever rooted for the death of a toddler before or since, but I really needed someone to see some common sense, and something, anything to happen in the plot that made the slightest bit of sense. Whatever religious nonsense was tastefully covered by sparkly ice-cold skin in the first 3 books went full monty by book 4. For me, it raised a lot of questions about responsible marketing of not awesome relationships to young adults. I also needed an editor to stop the slaughter of GRE level words, but that was about as realistic a wish as hoping Meyer’s would one day understand that the equivalent of a child beauty pageant queen strutting around on a battlefield is fucking bizarre. I usually don’t relish carnage, but again, I was ready for someone to die. I needed that death. I needed that toddler punted into the sea. I was losing my goddamn mind over hundreds of pages of nonsense at the end, and someone needed to pay for the sins of the author, and it might as well have been Frankenstein’s toddler monster. I would love to read a sequel of Bella and Edward 15 years later, full on post-pandemic. Does Edward have flashbacks to the Spanish Flu? Has Bella finally understood that parenting is less noble sacrifice and more daily mundane grind? What happens when their prancing wunderkind uses her peace-glam-dazzle to manipulate her fellow school kids? That’s the fanfiction someone needs to write. Twilight for the middle aged who were not bitten by a vampire in 2008 and are now no longer 20 and dumb, but 30 and boring (insert hyphens here.) Overall, there was a lot of hating on teenage girls for liking teenage girl things. But there is and was legitimate criticism of the underlying messaging in the books, especially of the ginormous red flags in all of the characters’ relationships, which Meyer’s herself uncritically, and very proudly, hoisted for the world to see. At the same time, read with general warning and enjoy it. It is entertaining. I had no idea that there were so many followers ups or that 50 Shades had even more books. So thank you for the highly entertaining drama and trip down memory lane.

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When I think of May Your Christmas Be Golden Ugly Christmas Sweater Christmas Gift For Men And Women or leaders who actively advocate or encourage patriotism from their people, I do not think of American Presidents. I think of Chairman Mao, Hitler, Mussolini, Kim Jong Un. Here is the thing. We all have choices to make in our free and open society, and we should be thankful we have the right to do so. NFL players have the right to choose to take a knee, and we all have the right to turn off the tv or stop buying tickets. I even agree that Trump has a right to tweet. But . . . isnt there a like a million other things that he should be focusing on. Also, as the leader of the free world, the very symbol of a Democratic, free and open society, shouldnt, Id feel better if he simply just supported the First Amendment Rights of Americans, which means the rights of those peacefully protesting and the rights of those of us that disagree with the protesting.

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This hits home. Hard. My mom passed away in December, to cancer, after the May Your Christmas Be Golden Ugly Christmas Sweater Christmas Gift For Men And Women told us there was simply nothing else to do. I felt like her last dregs of life were like your mother’s: frightening, unnatural, and torturous. We had no misunderstandings about her survival, we were just trying to keep her comfortable. We couldn’t. 300 mcg of fentanyl patches couldn’t. She, I assume like your mother, was in pain until the moment she was able to slip away. I so wish there had been something to do as easy as extinguishing a candle to stop her suffering. At some point, my dad and I are likely going to use her battle to advocate for allowing terminally ill people to die with dignity and peace. May I use some elements of your story? It brought me to tears because the imagery and metaphors are so apt and they remind me so much of the early days in hospice when we were still fighting. You so succinctly expressed what a futile fight it is to stave off the inevitable, and you hit the nail on the head with the terrors that come with the final stages of dying. I think a story like this – where the problems, fears, and pains are real, tangible, and obvious – would help so many people see why assisted suicide is needed. Thank you for writing the last scene, where her husband protects her on her journey down the road. My dad is still with me, and so I think it was my mom’s grandma who protected my mom on her road, just like she protected my mom in life. Today is my mom’s birthday, and the thought of her walking hand in hand with her grandma down a road to paradise is a very nice thought to start the day with. If this was inspired by your experience with your mom battling cancer, I hope you’re doing as well as you can. It sucks. Cut yourself some slack today; I know I’m going to do so for myself.