I've spent my life wrapped in stories...

When I was 11 or 12, not only was I in my first phases of my deep Tolkien love, but I was also a soap opera addict. I was a huge, avid General Hospital fan, and back in my day it was all about Luke and Laura. Now, I liked Luke and Laura just fine, but my favorite characters at the time were Alexandra Quartermaine and Victor Cassadine. I loved them as a couple, and I don't even remember why, other than the fact that they were slightly evil, but they loved each other very much. This made them far more interesting than any of the other couples.

So in this huge story arc (the Ice Princess! - bwahahaha, so lame) they were killed one day. I was stunned. I remember wandering into the kitchen, and I must've been crying because my grandmother asked me what was wrong. I told her and she looked at me, with utter disbelief, and said, "Your grandfather watched his friends die in front of him in the war. Are you telling me that you're crying over a tv show?" I remember blinking at her and stopping the crying, because she had a point. But it was sad, and it did hurt to see that particular story come to an end.

( If you agreed with my grandma, don't bother reading further )