I just finished reading United We Spy, the final book in Ally Carter’s Gallagher Girls series (they’re young adult spy novels–check the first one out HERE). And as good as United We Spy was, and as much as I loved the ending, that darn book has left me probably the most depressed I have ever been over reading the last word of the last page of the last book in a series. I’m going to miss the Gallagher Girls a ton.
Yes, we’ve got more Heist Society and the new Embassy Row series to look forward–but watching Cammie and her friends grow up, and growing up alongside them for the past four years or so, has meant the world to me. And while I know I can always go back and reread their stories, now it won’t be the same. Because now I know all the stories.
I’ve figured out all the twists and turns, and dissected the foreshadowing and symbolism, and all that is left for me at the end of this series is a well-worn stack of paperbacks and hardcovers–top shelf, furthest to the left, so many memories attached to each book that I could cry just from a glance.
I remember being a sophomore in high school and picking out that very first Gallagher Girls book at my neighborhood Barnes and Noble. I remember the way it was difficult to breathe and speak and think as I met Ally Carter last winter and she cracked a joke while she signed every single book I’d lugged to her signing, and took pictures with me, and complimented my dress, and overall was just exactly who I want to be when I’m older. She’s on my Top Six List for a reason.
I remember gushing to her agent about how much I adore the Gallagher Girls while I was supposed to be pitching my own work at the Writer’s Digest Conference East in April, and how exciting it was each time I turned one of my friends onto I’d Tell You I Love You, But Then I’d Have to Kill You, and the way I was so angry at B&N for not shipping my pre-ordered copy of United We Spy until the day of its release last week–how angry I was that I didn’t receive it until two days ago.
And then I put off reading it until now, last night and today, because both despite and because of all these years of lead up, I didn’t know if I could handle “the end”; if that could ever be enough. Because I love this series a lot.
But everything ends eventually, and if the Gallagher Girls series has to end, I’m glad it ended the way it did.
There’s something beautiful about endings, isn’t there? There’s something beautiful and sad and exciting–because as much as I don’t want to see the Gallagher Girls go, I’m also very excited for Embassy Row to begin. And we can’t have it both ways. For the new thing to begin, the old thing has to end first. And at least the Gallagher Girls did it beautifully.
If Ally Carter ever reads this (shut up, I’ll keep dreaming)–thank you. And congratulations on going out with style. I hope someday you’ll know how much your series means to me; in the meantime, I’ll just go reread the Gallagher Girls books over and over again while crying my eyes out and gorging on cupcakes.
Oh yeah, and here’s this week’s Wordy Wednesday! (I knew I was supposed to go somewhere with this, eventually.) It’s a short story I wrote for creative writing class last semester called “The Stars Do Not Speak.”
[Sorry! I’m taking this story down to enter in competitions and such. Thank you for the interest!]