missing

For the Memorial Day weekend, we drove down to see my family in San Diego. It was just as most of our other trips, some visits, some dinners, the only difference being the large BBQ my dad and his girlfriend threw on Sunday night. We took my youngest sister Alyssa with us, and by the end of the night, all was falling languidly into routine.

That is, until Alyssa handed me Twilight.

From 10:30 am Monday morning until 1:10 pm this Wednesday, nothing has existed outside of the series. Yes. All. Four. Books. Demolished in just 50 hours. If I was a vampire, I'd have all of history read by now!

I know from other readers, and from the very feeling I have, that the movie will pale in comparison to the books [no pun intended]. I almost don't even want to watch it [but, c'mon, Robert Pattinson all smoldering? Not going to miss that one].

I felt so ridiculous buying the third book in the series [the one Alyssa didn't have, that I bought before racing to her house to pick up the fourth] since I feel well over the age of the target audience. But since my sister assures me all her friends' parents are also reading them, I think I'm in the clear.

What a thing to write about for my 100th post!