Seriously, I don't read novels hardly at all, not because I don't like to read, but because I like to read too much. A couple weeks ago, I found myself in a bit of pickle. You see, everyone I know has been reading those darn Twilight books. I, being very rebellious in nature, promised myself that I would never read them simply because everyone else did and that's a sure fire way to make me not want to do something (I know, it's immature and I need to get over it). Then that stupid movie came out and more and more people started talking about them. Several of the blogs that I read posted about the books and everyone was saying how bad they were and they weren't worth all attention. I guess it was a classic case of any publicity is good publicity because as soon as everyone was talking about how bad they were, I HAD to see if they were really that bad, so when I was in line at the Wal-Mart and staring me down was a paperback copy of the Twilight for a mere $7.48, I was compelled to buy it. I had to teach Sunday School that week and knowing my nature to read too much, I decided to save it until my lesson was over. I picked it up that Sunday and started to read... and read and read and read. I couldn't stop! And when that book was over, I had to pick up the next one and the after that and the one after that. Truth be told, I read all four of those books in 7 days. I figure that's got to be somewhere around 2500 pages. Don't get me wrong, they were all an easy read, but it still takes a certain amount of time to read that many pages and I DO have 3 small children that require almost constant attention.
So, since I read them all so quickly, one would think that I was really into them, right? See that's where the addiction comes in. They weren't that great. I read them, and I was entertained, but I found them to be quite shallow and even annoying at times. The worst part was Bella, who didn't seem to be special in any way shape or form and I couldn't figure out why everyone was all worked up over her. Even though I didn't particularly enjoy them, I was compelled to read them. The house work didn't get done (ok it never actually gets done) I stayed up way too late reading, I ignored my children and was frustrated when anything got in the way of me reading. I can't stop. I hate picking up the book to read and I hate putting it back down. I hate myself for making myself sick with sleep deprivation because I'm reading, I hate myself for trying to force my children into watching 8 straight hours of movies so that they will leave me alone, I hate it all, but if there is a story to be told, I HAVE to get to the end of it. I'm like an unstoppable force of nature.
And of course, since I read the books, I had to go see the movie (which was WAY worse than the book and Bella was even less special and a lot more annoying than she was in the book, I don't think she smiled once and I don't think she and Edward even liked eachother all that much, let alone were willing to die for eachother) and since they are sure to make more mediocre movies, I'll have to go see those too. This is why I don't read.