Well, I'm more depressed than I was after I read Fang. Angel was THE WORST book that I've ever read. James Patterson has definitely, finally, and completely screwed up the series so much, that it's not worth reading anymore. So, here's some poetry to vent my feelings. Please just give it a chance.
I witnessed the death of something I loved today
What was once thriving and so full of promise is now a stone cold corpse
Memories of everything that ever was flood my mind
I stare at the words that make no sense.
It can't be true.
After all the ups and downs
All that ever was is gone forever
Nothing but vibrant memories are left, like pictures of spring in the middle of winter
I just can't accept it
I can't accept it because if I do, then I know that be crushed
Crushed beyond repair
What was, and still is perfect, is now a blurry image, growing fainter by the second
Six books, and they are finally together
One short book tears it all apart
They replace each other with what they think is 'for the best' but in reality, I refuse to believe
I know that I'm fighting for a lost cause
Or, what should be a lost cause
But what seems to be dead is most definitely alive
If it is kept alive in the souls of loved ones
I won't let it die
Because I refuse to believe that Fax is dead.
Ok, there it is. It contains very few spoilers, if not none. Review and tell me your thoughts.