I picked up Twilight to read on the plane ride to South Carolina, not because I was interested, but because it was long and had big print (so intelligent, right?). I ended up sleeping on the trip, and didn’t even pick up the book. I completely forgot about it for a few days. When we all piled into the car to drive to Maryland, I was so bored and cramped into the world’s smallest Jeep Cherokee that I picked it up. Three hours later, at a pit stop, I looked up from the book and said, “Oh my gosh! He can’t read her thoughts!”, all breathless like and shit.

You guys? I seriously need a Twilight intervention. I finished the first book before we got back home, read the second one in less than a day, the third in two days… and the final one? Well, I drug it out for about a week because I KNEW I was going to be sad when it was over!

And then there’s the part where I’ve watched the movie, and have plotted to purchase it for my future viewing pleasure. When the movie first came out (uh, like 10 years ago? [Ok, not quite, but it's been awhile!]), I couldn’t understand all the brou-ha-ha surrounding Robert Pattinson (who plays Edward… oh, Edward), because I just didn’t think he was that good looking. After I read the books and saw the movie, though?

C’mon! How cute is he?!

I’m ashamed and embarassed to admit how ridiculously wrapped up in this story I am. Don’t get me wrong – it’s not amazing literature along the lines of some famous classic author I can’t think of right now, but it’s a classic, gut-wrenching LOVE STORY.

And I kinda want a vampire in my life, but shhh! Don’t tell anyone!