I am bereft. I finished the Stephanie Meyer books yesterday. I want more, I'm suffering withdrawal.
They're so addictive! I went to a friend's house on Thursday morning, and sat there twitching for half an hour, wishing I was able to read more. I want to be back in that world of vamp angst and romance, all alight.
I wish.... sigh.
I'm embarrassed at reading them so compulsively - I texted Ciara to tell her I was finished, and she asked if I wanted to borrow the next one. No, I mean, I'm finished them all. And the same today when I met the mum of the 12 year old I borrowed them off, she was aghast. Yes, I've been neglecting my children and duties, alright!
Here's another, more damning confession. I might have, just out of curiosity, gone looking for some Twilight adult fanfiction last night - just for the purposes of research, of course. But sadly it's crap written by teens, it seems. I see a niche. Because my feeling is that the books are really missing the searing sex scenes that are implied. She owes us mothers that, surely.