Going against what I thought was my better judgement I started reading the Twilight Saga. Becca had read all four books in a week and that peeked my interest. Bec isn't a literary snob or anything, but when a woman who is 8 months pregnant(and has two active boys) can stay awake until 2:30 am reading, it makes me wonder if I am missing something.
I'm hooked. Hooked in a major way and savoring every page. I am 2/3 into the third book and already thinking about how I am going to miss Edward and Bella. I can't believe I just said that. For crying out loud it's a book about vampires and werewolves-silly...but oh so good.
Todd complains about me reading in bed. I have accused Todd of being jealous of my new found loves. He has accused me of acting like a teenager. Umph! I am enjoying my obsession and yes, it does make me feel just a smidgen younger. Just like Facebook does, listening to Pearl Jam and watching Sixteen Candles. Today am 35 years and 352 days old going on 16. And most days I almost believe it until I look in the mirror-gasp, when the heck did that happen.