Confessions...

I am ashamed to admit it, but a big motivator for me is the desire to not be what I like to call "that girl." When I was a kid, I saw all these teenagers so preoccupied with the way they looked. I didn't want to be "that girl" that wouldn't leave the house without makeup on, that spent hours primping and coiffing every strand of hair. When I was a teenager, I never wanted to be "that girl" that was obsessed with whatever TV or movie star was hot at the time and had Bop posters all over her locker. And recently, I never wanted to be "that girl" that went ga-ga over the oh-so-beautiful-and-ethereal Edward Cullen...

And then the same muse that hit me over the head with the Scrabble sonnet in my last post or the departed spirit of my Grandma Baker, patron saint of all good books, (I'm honestly not sure which) nudged my attentions in the direction of this black book that has been lurking on my shelf ever since the guy at half.com sent it by accident (long story - it was supposed to be Holly's Christmas present last year). I opened it and after a few dozen pages, I was hooked.

For those of you that haven't read it, I will caution you that you can tell that Meyer was not yet a seasoned author when she wrote it; Edward's eyes "smolder" and "his expression is unfathomable" more times than I'd care to recall. However, if you can get past the redundant descriptions of Edward's captivating glory the premise is quite interesting, and she develops the dichotomy between the man in love and the repressed vampire very well. So for those of you that swore you'd never be "that girl" (or guy), if you liked the page-turning addiction of Harry Potter, give Twilight a whirl.