3 out of 4

Okay, so I finally finished book 3 of the 4 book Twilight series. I do realize that I am one of the last to jump on the pop train, and that these books are old news to many. To me, however, they have been an obsessed hobby over the last few months.

I never thought of myself as "a reader" until I finished college. I suppose I had only thought of my textbooks when reading came to mind, and even those were seriously neglected. I first started with my mom's "old lady" mystery books (Mary Higgins Clark), which I used to tease her about. She would be up at 3:00 in the morning reading them when I would come downstairs to get a bottle for Corinne. Now I understand why; sorry mom. They are good, and the only reason I call them "old lady mysteries" is because John thinks the author looks like one of the Golden Girls. So, who'd a thunk it? I like to read.

I was one of those ones who saw the Twilight movie before I ever thought about reading the books. My sister-in-law graciously sent me packing, on a plane, with a carry-on full of the four book series. That was a heavy bag. John knows that when I get into a book, it's all I want to do in my spare time. The problem here is that these books keep going.

I'm one of those people who needs it absolutely quiet while reading, or it will take me forever to get through a single paragraph. I can't tune out the noise around me. So, with that said, I've been caught in my car, numerous times in the tub, and up at 2:00 in the morning (alarm set for 6:00 to wake up for work) reading. I'm actually a bit scared to see our next water bill. The most embarrassing part is the fact that the junior high girls I teach come up and ask which book I'm on. Then, they start a conversation with me about their thoughts on the series. I thought removing the covers wouldn't give me away, but I always get caught. I guess I could be a member of the 13-year-old book club.

John feels neglected by my new distraction, and I keeping telling him it will all be over soon. Several times, he's grabbed the book out of my hands after breaking into the bathroom (cheap locks) and suggests that he read to me. I accept, reluctantly, knowing what kind of "out-loud" reader he is; I did take junior and senior English with this kid. I've finally caught on to the fact that about a page into him reading aloud, he starts to improvise without me knowing. As soon as I realized the book was starting to sound like a somewhat trashy romance novel, I got the joke; such a funny guy, that one.

As I wrapped up Eclipse, the third book, I was feeling a bit irritated at the fact that the story is not progressing quickly, and they keep dancing around the subject of the whole saga. So, what do I do? I pick up Breaking Dawn, the last book, and flip to the last page. First time I've done that, but now I can enjoy reading the book. It's ends, I think, the way I want it to. This is, of course, if I truly had strong opinions about vampires and their morality. There's nothing better than a friendly, trustworthy vampire.

So, yes, this is old news, but it's what I've been up to. The lack of blog entries can be attributed to life keeping me busy, and a good book or two. After the kiddos go to bed, I have a choice to make...TV, computer, do the dishes (boo!), or read a good book. I've been opting for the non-technological stuff.