My vampire boyfriend

I have caved. I was adamant the I was NOT going to read it. I hate reading popular books. Silly of me, but there you have it. I actually resisted Harry Potter because it was too popular. Of course I finally gave in to peer pressure and the world as I knew it changed. When Twilight became the "in" books I sighed (dramatically), rolled my eyes (dramatically), and scoffed at how improbable the plot was. I mean really, vampires that live among humans, sparkle in the daylight and fall in love with the average girl next door? Pffffffft! Lame. No way would I like a book about that. I was far too cool for that kind of nonsense. Shortly after the move though, I was bored. Bored. Sure, I had plenty to do during the day, you know what with the homeschooling and all, and even in the evening I could watch all 9 of our TV channels and plot and plan where I was going to put our stuff, but I needed to read. I craved it. Reading makes me happy. I can step out of my ordinary self and find something...more. Something different. I read tons of blogs by people I respected and they all seemed to be reading (and loving) it. One day Indy and I were in our pathetic excuse for a bookstore (but that's a whole other rant, so I won't go there) and the new paperback version, the one with Rpattz on the cover, was in the best seller section. I heaved another (dramatic) sigh and bought it. The book sat on the coffee table for a whole day, Rpattz staring at me, begging me to read. Finally (with yet another sigh-far more dramatic than the others), I cracked open the cover and started reading. I read, and read and read. At one point, when I finally got up to go to the bathroom, I muttered "dammit" under my breath. M asked what was wrong. I told him I liked the book. He clearly thought I had lost my mind and went back to watching whatever beat em up, shoot em up, blow em up movie he was watching at the time. The next day I ordered New Moon from Amazon and waited for it. Our bookstore had books 3 and 4, but not 2 (see, complete nonsense this bookstore of ours). More dramatic sighing ensued. When book 2 finally arrived (stupid Christmas packages clogging up the military mail), I read it in a day and a half, rushed to our pathetic book store and...wait. WHAT? They were out of books 3 and 4! I sighed (with frustration) and may have stamped my foot, rushed home, ordered them from Amazon and waited. Again. Impatiently. In fact, I was so impatient I went online and read the plots. That's right! I totally spoiler-ed myself! I didn't care though, I needed to know what happened. I could read the details later, I just needed to know. But, I read the last page of Harry Potter 7 just to see if Harry survived before I actually read the book, so I shouldn't be all that shocked. I need to know this kind of stuff. It stresses me out not to know. I suck at surprises too. Also, I used to open and rewrap my Christmas presents when I was younger. Bad me! On Christmas Eve the books arrived in that familiar Amazon box (I love that swoopy smily thing). Huzzah! Unfortunately, with the whole holiday, family, celebrating bruhaha, I had no time to read! Argh! It was a conspiracy! The day after Christmas, while M was in a left-over-turkey and action movie induced coma and Indy played with the 800 million toys he got, I found time to read! Woooooo! The evening of the 27th, I started on the 4th book. Today, I finished it. I have to admit that the writing was not fantastic. It was far too wordy at times and really JKR could write circles around Stephanie Meyer, but the story itself was great. Edward was dreamy. I love him. I was so excited to finish the books but now....what? What do I read? What do I do? Where is my vampire boyfriend??????


Mmmmmm....he could bite my neck any time. What? He's technically older than me.