I am slightly embarrassed to admit that last week I caved in and did something I never thought I would do in a million years.
I broke down and read Twilight. Not only did I give in to the hype, I actually quite enjoyed the book and was disappointed when I reached the end. The story is extremely original and highly addicting.
I don't know whats more shocking, the fact that I read a book on vampires or that I'm reading at all. With two little ones the only books I read these days are "Moo Boo La La" , "Goodnight Moon" and every fairytale known to man. Luckily I've been able to squeeze in 20 minutes here and there to enjoy an activity I haven't participated in ages. It feels almost sinful!
New Moon, here I come!