I definitely don’t consider myself a pop literature whore. I mostly skip over the really popular books, just cause I’m a rebel like that.
But I was at the grocery store the other day and, during a weak moment when I was missing Harry Potter and longing for another series to obsess over, I picked up the first Twilight book. Then, without really thinking, I threw it in my cart. Mostly so no one would see me holding it.
Actually, that was yesterday. And I finished it today (wrote this Sunday). And then I went out to get the rest. And the movies.
Vampires? Sexy.
Actual conversation between me and Matthew:
Me: I kind of wish you were a vampire. That’d be hot.
Matthew: Ummm… WOW.
Me: I’m serious.
Matthew: Want me to bring home some fake vampire teeth?
Me: I think I would like that.
Matthew: Hey, whatever works.
* * *
Yep, it’s true. I think I love Twilight now. I know, I know—only a few years late. But what a deliciously ridiculous story. Now excuse me while I go devour the second book.
(I’m calling this research. It’s important that I know what the public likes to read.)
Yeah.
P.S. If you haven’t read the books for yourself, don’t you dare judge me.
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