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Twilight   —   Books

I thought I would be ashamed to admit this, but now that it's over I don't feel ashamed at all. More like elated and relieved than anything. My lovely blond lass and I struck up a deal about a week back. In retrospect, seeing what's become of us in these last few days, it seems more likely we made a deal with the devil. But here were are regardless. Obsessed. Devoid of our social lives, ignoring the ones we love, incapable of making decisions that would alter or deprive us of our need.

Let me explain. There is a particular television show that weaseled its way into my life some years ago, and once it did I loved it fiercely, no matter that I'd once said I would never, in a million years, watch that particular show. To my surprise Nat had never seen said television show, and voiced her protests readily when I suggested she may want to watch a few episodes and see what comes of it. Now, I'm not going to divulge the name of the television show I'm speaking of here, mostly because I'm pretty sure my lady friend isn't all too happy about the fact that she was an unwilling victim in this particular addiction. But in trade, for making her suffer so, she told me that I had to read a book that I'd scoffed at countless times. A book written for teenage girls. About vampires. Stupid right? Completely dumb. I've got better things to read than something so ridiculous. So I protested and Carl laughed at me but Nat was beaming, triumphant, for she knew I had to agree. So we struck a deal.

She started her end of the bargain well before I had started mine. Barely two days had passed when I received a phone call from her saying she'll need to pick up the rest of the seasons. I couldn't hide my delight. About three days ago I decided to finally start reading the dreaded Twilight. It's 500 pages and if anyone knows the speed at which I read, 500 pages means two months, easy. Much to my surprise, I was instantly hooked. I spent hours upon hours just nestled into a chair and reading. Sometimes I had to remind myself to breathe when I'd realized I'd been holding my breath. Nat had warned me that it seemed like the author, Stephanie Meyer, had slipped crack between the pages, and she was right. More often than not I would look up at the clock and more than an hour had passed, more than 100 pages had been read, and all the while it seemed like time had been holding its breath too.

For the past week there has been non-stop texting between Miss Natalya and myself. She'll finish an episode and send me proclamations, swoony delight, or angry wonderings. She'll demand that I tell her what happens next, she can't wait to find out on her own, and I respond giddy in my denying her, delighting in her torture. Once I started reading Twilight I assumed her position and started sending her the same kind of texts. And she was just as evil.

Today, day 3, I finished Twilight. 500 pages in three days is like an olympic event for me. I feel dazed, out of sorts, like I've just awoken from a coma. A sweet, delicious, vampire coma. I thought I would run right out and buy the next book, that's right, there are three more (!!), but I think I need one long deep 48 hour breath before I dive head first into another paperback dream-state. It's been a fun couple of days and even though I've been so wrapped in my cocoon of solitary activity, I feel as though she was right there with me, musically laughing at my enrapture, and I with her.

Posted 11.20.2008 5:58:50 PM

Carl wrote:
Silly girls...

What happens when B. has to kill Edward?
Posted 11/21/2008 11:50:38 AM
Doll wrote:
By "silly" you mean "awesome" right? B. would never kill Edward. He's a good vampire. He only hunts lions and tigers and bears. Oh my!
Posted 11/21/2008 1:46:30 PM
Botch the Vampire Crab with a Soul wrote:
So it's not a coincidence or anything that both the TV show and the book are "about vampires" and "for teenage girls"?
Posted 11/21/2008 2:33:48 PM - Botch the Vampire Crab with a Soul's website
Doll wrote:
I don't understand... you have a soul?
Posted 11/21/2008 2:35:47 PM
N@ wrote:
Carl fails to mention his watching right along with me.

Season seven is kicking my ass.

I love the girly teenage vampy goodness!
Posted 11/22/2008 5:42:29 PM
VBOT wrote:
oh god, i am so glad that i am not the only one over 16 who has read these books. i am about to start the third one. bad books, bad! i want to pulverize them, melt them in a spoon and inject them. badbadbad

and I know what show you love.

Posted 11/22/2008 9:26:19 PM
N@ wrote:
Damnit. Person above knows. I guess I've come out of the Sunnydale closet.
Posted 11/23/2008 1:21:34 AM
Doll wrote:
It's probably good that you're out of the Sunnydale closet, it is a hellmouth you know, you were probably in there with all sorts of dead things.
Posted 11/23/2008 1:46:54 PM
VBOT wrote:
literally skeletons in your closet
Posted 11/24/2008 12:47:30 PM

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