Explaining things to myself
So, this is the first time I've written in here in a very very long time. It's like I keep remembering that I have this thing, but I only update really really sporadically. I know for a fact that this is at least my first time writing in here since moving into my new house with Vyn and Dani.
About Twilight. (It hath enslaved my mind. Literally. Like, why am I thinking about these weirdo books so much? Why do I want to marry Edward? He's kind of a controlling, obsessive jackass. Why do I keep counting down to the movie? Why can I not just get a life?)
This is one of the first book/movie/whathaveyou series where I have felt no desire to jump online to talk about it with fellow fans, and no desire to check out what others are saying, and no desire to actually hear or see what anyone else thinks about it at all. I think this might be because while reading the first book, I was so uninterrupted and so intent on the story that the reader-proxy really took me over. Like, I was totes living in the fucking story-line. To the point of almost creepiness. To the point where I didn't eat or drink anything until I was finished reading it.
I think that because of this, it seems like a very personal, private story to me. I mean, the whole story-line is really fucking weird, and flawed, and the characters are possibly some of the most unhealthy personalities ever invented, but the story is mine more than any other story has been in a while.
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