So go figure, I make a giant, Atlas-lets-the-earth-roll-off kind of decision about blogging and social networking so that I can spend more time engaging in real life, and then my kid goes and picks up our old friend The Strep Virus just so that I can wallow in my aloneness at home for two days with nothing but the laptop and a fiery, sweaty little boy for company.
Well, I did have other company, actually. My new BFF, Edward Cullen.
Okay, so, I mentioned over on the Savvy Source blog that Drew had started reading Harry Potter, right? So, we're getting ready to leave for San Diego a few weeks ago, and he was finishing up book two, and I needed to find a copy of book three. ( In my lust for garage sales, I had located 1,2,4 and 5, but not 3.) I was chatting with my neighbor who has teenage girls, one of whom babysits for me and is probably in my son's dreams pretty regularly, who didn't have any copies of Harry Potter, but did offer me their collection of all four books of the Twilight series. What the hell, I said, I haven't read a good book in a while, as I don't usually have time or brain power for anything more than Entertainment Weekly, but I'm going on a three hour plane ride tomorrow, might as well have a book or two.
And then I read the entire thing in like five hours. Could. Not. Put. It. Down.
And then I read the second one in seven hours. And then I didn't have the third and fourth book with me, because damn y'all, those things are heavy to pack, and I never in a million years thought I would read two giant-ass books in less than a week. So I had to wait until we returned home.
We came home late Friday night, and by Saturday mid-afternoon I had finished book three.
Sunday night, just after midnight, I finished book four.
People, that shit is addictive. When Edward says to Bella, "you are like my own personal brand of heroin," I totally know what he means.
So yesterday, while the boy and his fever-wracked little body slept in a puddle of sweat, I watched the Twilight movie on Pay Per View. No, it's not as good as the book. But it's still pretty damn fun. And Robert Pattinson does a great job, I totally understand why this movie has all these moms crossing their legs. He's cute, and kind of hot, I guess. But he is sexy, holy crap on a cracker is he ever sexy. Good thing he's not jailbait like the kid who plays Jacob.
Like I need that on my conscience.
ps - Drew is now on book 5. Since July 15th. My husband says to me last night, "you realize you've created a monster, right? A big, fat, geeky, bookworm monster. In your image, but with nads." Yes, I realize. The genes were there, honey, they just needed a little push.)