I promised that I wasn’t going to get sucked into these Twilight books. Everyone was bonkers over them, gushing and freaking out. That so wasn’t going to be me. And it wasn’t... Until I started reading it. Jesus, these books are like crack. You would need the jaws of life to pry me out of this. I finished the first one while we were down in Florida and honestly wasn’t sure how I was supposed to go on living without the second one. Meredith didn’t realize how fast I would complete book one, and didn’t bring book two. Mer-gency! So one night at about 9:15, we embarked out to Barnes and Noble which closed at 10PM. Except we went the wrong way on Tamiami, and as the clock creeped closer to 10, I began to silently hyperventilate. Finally at 9:52 we arrive, rabid for the book, and the poor sales guy who probably thought we were going to eat him (no vampire pun intended) points us toward the Stephanie Meyer shrine. Ahh... I can start breathing again now...
What in the hell is wrong with me!? I am now THAT girl. I’m on page 514 of 563, and it is taking all of my collective self control to not grab the book that is sitting next to me on my desk right now and go hide in the bathroom for an hour. It’s like an addiction; I cannot stop thinking about it. My entire purpose in life this week, since I cannot seem to acclimate myself back into my work/life routine at all, is to read this book. Literally I wake up everyday just to be with Edward. This year is off to a fabulous motivational start...
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