Oops. Sorta forgot about this bloggy business for a while there! And here begins my confession. Somehow, my cousin blackmailed me into reading the fifth book in the Twilight series.* So I’m all angsty vampire/werewolfy at the moment. It’s utter bullshit. But I have to read it. It’s like a fricking train wreck.
The stoopid thing is that I know what happens. I mean, that’s how I got sucked into this thing in the first place. (*ahem* Too hard not to make bad jokes.) She’d mentioned something about an obsession with Edward and I asked if she’d read the books, to which she gestured to her bookshelf which was basically a shrine to the series. And I decided to ask something that had been bugging me for months. I’d overheard someone saying something about Bella having a baby. The whole thing seemed so fricking ridiculous for a vampire-based series that I really had to know how Meyer had worked this in.
Heather was reluctant to explain, it seems Meyer really dragged this shit out, and implored me to read the last book. I think my reply was something along the lines of looking more favourably upon jabbing my eyeballs out with a sharp knife than reading that crap. Unfortunately for me, Heather has always been pretty damn persuasive. She made me promise to read the book before she’d tell me the storyline. And I stupidly caved in, thinking I could just ignore her once she’d dished out the goss.
But I made the mistake of starting the book. And now I’m stuck. And it’s horrible. No less because it’s gi-freaking-normous and my neck is now killing me after trying to read the hefty damn tome in bed. Argh, why do I do this to myself?
* Yeah, yeah, your last smidgeon of respect for me was just erased. Well, I read Diana Gabaldon too. I’m not known for my literary taste.