This afternoon my local library called. The voice of a middle-aged woman greeted me on the phone. She spoke so softly, I had to listen very closely to hear her. I appeared someone had returned the book that I placed my name under on the list for hold, had returned it a day early. I thanked her and casually picked up a bit before I walked towards my car and headed down the street, secret excitement burning inside me. At last, I would finally know. New Moon was mine to read until April 16, 2009.
My boyfriend chuckled at me, as he has been doing since my new discover of the Twilight series. He claims this thing is getting too out of hand. At first I frailly laughed at his attempts to make me seem like a giddy, love-struck school girl. Then, in the early hours of the morning, I put the book down for the first time… It seemed I had finished it. All I could manage to say was, “Wow…”
Then it all came rushing back to me – I realised why I slowed down on reading to begin with. Because of my over-active imagination. When I read, it’s like I get entranced by the words in front of me. This small script, it offers me an escape from the real world that I yern for more than I probably should – a place where anything is imaginable! That is how I got myself wrapped up in Bella’s world so easily. I could picture Edward, the Cullens, Jacob… even Mike. Clear as day – simply as Bella saw them.
Then, as I catch myself in mid-sentance, I have to jolt myself back to reality – gravity crushing my chest in disappointment. Then I become sour with myself; ashamed for mixing up the two worlds. My boyfriend even walks in the room from time to time – to make sure I’m still breathing, I suppose – and simply shakes his head at me then gives off a light chuckle. I smile at his amusement, but once he leaves, my head droops down – I’m disappointed by his unapproval at my love for books. He cracks small jokes at my expense. I do the same, trying to keep the mood light; such as asking him why he never sparkles for me. He only understands because of the movie he sat through for me. But he’ll crack another, and then I’ll end it. Why? I’m the last person who could answer that for you. Perhaps I wish he were a true ‘romantic’. That I would hear a familiar line fall from his lips?
Oh… a girl can dream…
I still can’t believe I finished – so fast I mean. I guess I got so into the story, I simply lost myself, as I usually do. Or perhaps it’s the entire saga itself that captivates me. I’ll be headed to the library tomorrow in order to pick up Eclipse. Wish me luck… I have a feeling that it won’t take long to finish this one either.



