I’ve been happily geeking out lately, reading comic books and singing along with Dr. Horrible (two weeks later? still in my head. no lie.) I think that Monty Python meets Star Trek is just about the best thing ever, and how the frak have I not seen this before? My last two Facebook status updates were: “Emily wants to believe” and “Emily is on Team Edward” (current status: “Emily embraces her geek side”)

The object of my most recent obsession: Twilight.

Hannah got me hooked (like any good sister, I pawn most of the blame off on my siblings). A couple weeks ago, I was having coffee with Dad and bemoaning the fact that my book pile was continuously growing without so much as a dent being made in it. While I really wanted to spend more time reading this summer, I had no motivation to sit down and read anything. Just a dry spell, I figured. And I needed something to snap me out of it.

A few days later I bought the first book in the Twilight series for Hannah. I had never read the books myself, but they came highly recommended, and I knew she would love something new to do during the long summer days. She finished the 500+ page Twilight in less than a week, a personal record for her I think. Then she was on to New Moon, and she said I had to read Twilight, I just had to.

Well…why not?

(fyi: in literary terms, that first paragraph would be considered ‘foreshadowing’)

I finished the book in a DAY, and suddenly Hannah and I were competing for time with New Moon. She would stay up to read it at night, and I would read it while she slept in the next morning. After four marathon days, we had finished it (608 pages this time), and Hannah wanted to give her eyes a break. Naturally, that was fine with me. It gave me a chance to finish Eclipse (under penalty of death should I reveal any key plot points), so she could have it to herself when I was done.

Now I’m biding my time (just 3 more days…) waiting for Breaking Dawn to be released on August 2nd, and we’re counting down the days to the premiere of the movie Twilight on December 12th. To our family’s chagrin, I’m sure, it’s been the topic of most of our conversations lately. What can I say? The books have managed to get myself, a person who is generally reluctant of fiction, and my fourteen-year old sister, a person who is generally reluctant of very long books, completely and totally invested in these characters. So it may not *great* literature, but I’d say it’s good enough.