About three things I am absolutely positive.
First, I want to marry Edward.
Second, Stephanie Meyer is an amazing author.
And third, I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with the Twilight books.
I planned on reading these books this summer. I've heard so much about them. At first, they really didn't sound interesting. But after seeing my students persistently struggle through them, I decided I had to see what the fuss was about.
I tend to be an addict with reading, so it's not surprising I read the whole book in one day. Actually, it's the third full length novel I read this weekend. And I did not just stay in my house all weekend, either. Sarah came over on Friday night. Saturday night I did my usual line dancing with Faye. And Sunday I went out to Naperville and did dinner and a movie with my parents. (The new Indiana Jones movie is great, by the way.) Today, I started reading Twilight around 3:00 and finished around 10:00. I am trying not to think about the busy week ahead of me and the stuff I should have been doing today instead of reading.
I want to go to Target and get the second book in the series after work tomorrow and read it tomorrow night, but I think I'll be able to control myself. I have homework due for my class on Wednesday. And also, I'm lending Sarah the book on Wednesday, so she can get caught up and we can read the second one together and discuss it.
There is one other big drawback to all this reading, besides neglecting my life. I get too caught up in books, especially good ones that I read all the way through. I don't know how to describe it. I tend to have a big imagination. My friends tease me a lot for the random stuff that comes out of my mouth. Like when I was in Minnesota on choir tour and we were staying with a family on a farm and I said I was pretending that I was in "Sarah, Plain and Tall." Or when Nina and I were rafting down the river and I told her I was pretending we were on the Amazon. When I'm reading, the characters' reality becomes mine, and it's hard to go back to my normal, boring, lonely life. Does that happen to anyone else, too?
First, I want to marry Edward.
Second, Stephanie Meyer is an amazing author.
And third, I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with the Twilight books.
I planned on reading these books this summer. I've heard so much about them. At first, they really didn't sound interesting. But after seeing my students persistently struggle through them, I decided I had to see what the fuss was about.
I tend to be an addict with reading, so it's not surprising I read the whole book in one day. Actually, it's the third full length novel I read this weekend. And I did not just stay in my house all weekend, either. Sarah came over on Friday night. Saturday night I did my usual line dancing with Faye. And Sunday I went out to Naperville and did dinner and a movie with my parents. (The new Indiana Jones movie is great, by the way.) Today, I started reading Twilight around 3:00 and finished around 10:00. I am trying not to think about the busy week ahead of me and the stuff I should have been doing today instead of reading.
I want to go to Target and get the second book in the series after work tomorrow and read it tomorrow night, but I think I'll be able to control myself. I have homework due for my class on Wednesday. And also, I'm lending Sarah the book on Wednesday, so she can get caught up and we can read the second one together and discuss it.
There is one other big drawback to all this reading, besides neglecting my life. I get too caught up in books, especially good ones that I read all the way through. I don't know how to describe it. I tend to have a big imagination. My friends tease me a lot for the random stuff that comes out of my mouth. Like when I was in Minnesota on choir tour and we were staying with a family on a farm and I said I was pretending that I was in "Sarah, Plain and Tall." Or when Nina and I were rafting down the river and I told her I was pretending we were on the Amazon. When I'm reading, the characters' reality becomes mine, and it's hard to go back to my normal, boring, lonely life. Does that happen to anyone else, too?
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