Yup, you've got it - I'm a Twilight addict. And proud of it, in an embarrassed sort of way.
I've decided it's time to embrace my inner dorkdom and stop skulking around youtube, where I furtively watch the 'Baseball Scene' over and over again, and admit my Twilight addiction.
Never in a million years did I think I would find myself fibbing to my boyfriend about seeing a movie. For the third time. Within two weeks of devouring the books I had become one of 'them' ('them' being a 30+ year old female who is in love Twilight, that is).
I read atheist debate books for fun, for crying out loud! I like Greek tragedies and have read Atlas Shrugged more times than I can remember. I've gotten into deep philosophical discussions at parties, for fuck sake. All the other books on my shelves are gathering dust as I hole myself up in the computer room, reading Midnight Sun with an almost religious zeal.
The only time I read brain porn like this is to figure out why it becomes best sellers. I really never meant to fall in love.
Honestly, I really was expecting the book to blow monkey nuts. I went to Barnes and Noble and bought the first book, fully intending to mock the shit out of it. Instead, I spent the rest of the evening gorging myself on every last glittery Edward morsel. The next day, I forked over a ridiculous amount of cash for the next three (have you ever lugged a 500 page hard cover book back and forth on a train? I needed a chiropractor afterwards). Less than a week later I began reading Twilight... for the second time.
The addiction had taken over.
Naturally, I didn't want to be drowning in sappy-tween-fantasy-romance novels alone so I encouraged Snarkier Than You to give it a go. I'm pretty sure she looked at me like I was an idiot but read the book anyway. The next day she asked for book two, then went out and got the whole series for herself. You see where this is going... (Pssst - if you don't get it, go check out the other author on this blog. Get it now? Good.)
The next thing I know Snarkier and I had abandoned our usual email content for pure unadulterated Twilight. We knew it was ridiculous and we hid our obsession from loved ones, choosing instead to sneak off to the movie theater to watch the movie (which was hideous) not once, but three times.
So, there you have it. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go watch New Moon trailers...