House of Night books used to dominate on-the-bus conversations between my friend and me, another avid reader. Casts' first few books were exciting, captivating and felt close to reality. One particular hallmark was Zoey's conversational tone, and as a 15 year-old girl, I loved the books. However, even though more and more instalments were cluttering up Waterstones, our debates over each novel became gradually less and less prolonged. What used to be heated arguments over Heath and Eric, followed up shortly by squeals that the next novel was due out soon, eventually became more along the lines of "Did you read the new one? You know, that one with the vampires and stuff?" answered with "Ohhh. That on. Yeah, I did. Can't remember what it was about though." New topic of conversation. The sad, yet realistic fact is, what once was a fun storyline is ageing and fading and becoming, if I'm perfectly honest, ridiculous; over-shadowing its former brilliancy. I am not saying that all storylines should be brief. Sometimes, on occasion, an author such as JK Rowling makes it work. However, what Rowling has that Cast doesn't is structure. Seven Harry Potter books, seven years of secondary schooling. Yet with every new House of Night novel, it is becoming more and more apparent that Cast just wishes to drag the whole plot on for as long as possible, so as to make more money. As understandable as this is, I'm genuinely disappointed. I have always been meticulous about completing book series; if I buy one, I must by the others. Marked was so good that I bought the first six, yet in spite of this I've found myself actually waiting for a new release to come into libraries. I borrowed Destined from a friend, who, like me, vows to never buy another HoN novel after such a let-down. So, one could say its one redeeming feature was its ability to dampen my impatient bookish nature, but other than that, a real shame House of Night has reached such a tragic end.