I had to stop reading Teej's post today, when she dissed Twilight, because, well, EDWARD. LOVE HIM.

And, as I pointed out to Teej later when we spoke, I noted the irony of reading her post today, when I took the day off from work to read Breaking Dawn, the final book in the series. I picked it up yesterday from the library, and I haven't done a stitch of work since. I did cook this morning, but then I curled up on the lovely sofa in my office and read. And dreamed of being a vampire.

And Mer, I don't know if we can still be friends, either, because I loved Book 4 just as much as the others. I'm a sucker for a happy ending.

Anyway, I am totally OK with having the taste of a 14-year-old girl. I also read another young adult series about vampires, not nearly as good as Twilight, by P.C. Cast. It was entertaining. And my daughter is currently reading a book about twins born to mixed-marriage (human/vampire) parents, so OF COURSE one twin is a vampire and one is not. No, I will not let my 9-year-old read Twilight anytime soon, but the truth is she wouldn't want to. She's not into kissing. So, yeah, I'm 14. And my daughter is 9.