And I thought I was above it. Boy was I wrong.
Now don't get me wrong. I definitely have my issues with some of it. I try to imagine what it would be like if I was a 13 year old girl (which, you know, I'm not that far from...) and I was reading about "love" that knows no bounds between two seventeen year olds, one of which was the perfect boy who told me things like "you're my own personal kind of heroin" and "you are my life now"... Needless to say, I think my expectations for my relationships would be rather high (I mean, as they are now, at 26, they're probably a little too lofty at times anyways...). Pretty intense stuff to jam down a pre-adolescent's throat, er, mind. Not to mention, if I have to read one more time about the "marble" arms of Edward Cullen I'm seriously going to jam something into my eye. It's time for some new adjectives you weird rich woman who writes these books whose name I can't remember right now. Seriously. NEW adjectives.
But, beyond all of this, I have to admit, I'm into it. I need to know what happens next. It really is a bit distracting. Sometimes I find myself thinking "I wonder what the Cullen family would do right now?" or " Gosh, that Bella is sooo clumsy."... or even worse, "I wonder how I can finagle a real-life meeting with Rob P. and make him fall in love with me..."
My life is WAY too busy for this stuff. Sheesh...
I blame you, Brent Spead.