Twilight.

OK. I know what you're thinking. Half of you are thinking "its about time!", and the other half of you are thinking "....Tia, please say it isn't so".

I feared the Twilight-obsessed, like most of you probably have at one time or another. I first heard about the books one night while I was at my last job. I don't think I was even paying attention to the girl that was talking about them. I just responded "oh that sounds cool", when really I was pulling it in one ear and pushing it out the other. Another Harry Potter, I thought to myself. I heard about it a few more times, and picked up on both facts that it was about Vampires and romance. Two things I liked, but for some reason was embarrassed to admit. I guess because its hip to like Vampires. And I hate to be hip. Or, I hate to admit that I like to be hip? Because I am. Hip? That word has completely lost its meaning now that I've typed it 4 times, by the way. Does that ever happen to you? Anyways, so we got my mom the book for Christmas, and I asked her if I could read it when she finished, knowing she'd probably never read it, but satisfied at my attempt to give in to my hidden lust for this annoying series that I was trying so hard to avoid. And then out of nowhere, one morning I came down the stairs, and there it was, sitting next to the computer on the desk. Christopher had bought it for me. Well, I still couldn't read it, because I didn't have any reading glasses. Take that, Mr. Herman. You can only guess that he bought me reading glasses a few weeks later. Nice try, but I've got kids to take care of, and... dishes to do. The book and glasses slowly made their way from the desk, to the couch. They sat there for awhile. Next thing I know, they were on the end table, which is really a bar stool usually covered with a magazine and a water glass. And then somehow, the thick rimmed black glasses were on my face and the book was stuck to my fingers, about 6 inches from my eyes. Crap.

You can only guess what the outcome is...