And I didn’t run away from home. I’m here, I’ve just been reading, rather than writing, since I got back from Albany. It’s all sionna’s fault, actually. On Sunday night she handed me a gigantic book called Twilight and said I might like it. I’d heard about Twilight on NPR; it’s the first of a young-adult series that apparently inspires Harry Potter-like devotion — and costumery — amongst its fans. I’d been a bit put off by the squealing teenage girls I’d heard on NPR, but if sionna liked it, I was willing to give it a try.
Just over 48 hours and about 1,200 pages later, it’s safe to say I like the books. (I bought the second book in the series on my way home from the airport on Monday and the third on my way home from work yesterday.) Since I’ve still been struggling with a lack of reading mojo that I wrote about last year, I’m kind of excited to have had my nose in a book pretty much every moment I haven’t been working or sleeping since Sunday night.