I think I have just allowed myself a new addicition. The Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer. My lovely friend L has been bugging me to “read the damn book already” and finally, I did. I was not aware that it was a vampire story, otherwise I’m quite sure I’d have already read it. However, given the immense taste difference when it comes to books between L and myself, I was cautiously concerned that this Twlight vampire story may just ruin it for me.

You see, I have always been an avid, borderline obsessive fan of Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. I owned them all, and read them each quite a few times. I’m sad to say that I ended up selling them all in order to replace them with the harcover versions, and have not done so yet. Now, I’m sure it will happen sooner rather than later because my fascination with the vampire world has totally, completely resurfaced.

So, L likes to read stuff like… Nora Roberts … Things like that are on my TICS list. Sorry, no offense. Just not my style. So, you can imagine my caution. The last thing I wanted was some sordid, sappy Fabio-like vampire to completely F up my own personal idealization of vampires.

However, I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised. Not only did I love and adore the book (which I bought and read from cover to cover in under 36 hours), but I have fallen in love.

Yes, I know… I twittered recently about Dean McDermott, and my love and adoration for him.

I may be addicted to the idea of love. Just maybe.

Because today, I am madly in love with Edward Cullen.

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