Last fall, I got hooked into Twilight and, while I adored it, I vowed that I would not read any of the other books. I'm very Team Edward and the other books seemed too werewolf-y for the required investment of time. But I was assured by my BFF that I would enjoy Breaking Dawn and so last week I caved when I saw that the books were $12 at Costco. But part way through Breaking Down, I found myself wanting to know the back story, so I stopped reading it and bought the penultimate Eclipse on Friday. Only now that I've read Eclipse, I want to find out what exactly happened in Italy and that will force me to read New Moon and -- oh Ms. Meyer! -- now I've been hooked into the entire series even if it is in a backward kind of fashion.
If only they'd cast someone with less good hair in the lead role in the movies and the two leads weren't appearing on the covers of supermarket tabloids all the time (even if the coverage is tiny compared to the drama of Jon and Kate), I could leave well enough alone and get back to writing instead of reading all the time.
But truly, I don't think I'm happier than when I have a good book on the go. And I've got Shoe Addicts Anonymous playing in my car so life is really quite grand.