I stayed up half of last night reading the second book in the Twilight series. Ogod it is so good. I mean, it’s bad! It’s terrible! I can’t stop reading it and I feel like I’m fourteen years old! What is wrong with me??
Person who sent these books to me in the mail because she knows me all too well: this is all your fault. You know who you are. If I had a sexy vampire boyfriend, I would send him to terrorize you. And then my sexy vampire boyfriend and I would hang out all the time and barely ever touch each other because he’s a vampire but also he thinks I’m sooo special and amazing and Sweet Jesus, how did this happen?