I want to read the book.
I've seriously been avoiding this craze like the plague, just as I did the Harry Potter craze years and years ago. I'm nothing if not going against what is trendy or popular, so when everyone started into the Robert Pattinson as Edward Cullen craze, I backed off and said "No, thanks." I'll catch up later, right?
Well the only thing is, I have some friends, whose opinions and intelligence I greatly respect, who swear by the addictiveness (is that a word) of these books and the entertainment value of them. And now, there's a movie coming out in a few weeks based on Book 1, and as I'm ALWAYS one to read the book first (both because I hate spoilers and because the book is almost always better anyway), I must get my hands on a copy.
So hear I am, less than 2 weeks from the opening of the movie, begging my friends for a copy.
I never wanted it to be this way. Because you see, there is another problem....
It frightens me how easily the dormant screaming 13-year-old girl inside me rears her ugly head about pretty little things such as these: