I have been obsessed, I am obsessed...with a much younger man.
Okay, a fictitious much younger man...who happens to be a hot teenage vampire.
I can't remember when I first read the book, but I can tell you I just finished reading Twilight again last week. The movie opens Friday, and I am like a man who has taped his favorite sporting event to watch later, I'm trying to avoid the newspaper, tv, and radio. Sure, I know what happens. But I don't want my anticipation bubble burst by someone else's opinion.
I don't know what it is about Edward, the hot teenage vampire, that has me so mesmerized.
Well, maybe I do.
He's polite, and old fashioned; handsome, articulate, heroic...and not necessarily the good guy, unless it comes to the lead female character in the story. He's amazing with her, for her.
I'll be sitting there, reading away, and as I get through certain passages, I find myself holding my breath, hand over my heart, melting.
I hope that happens as I see it onscreen.