Disclaimer: This post is going to ramble, and go much, much too in depth on a subject that neither merits such discourse, nor really quantifies what I'm saying in any way.
It's rather embarrassing, I think it may be the pregnancy hormones. Let's try and sort this out, shall we?
Last Thursday I was going through some boxes of books that my niece had given me, and came across the Twilight series, I thought "what the hay?" and began my quest. So for those that don't know, I am a voracious reader; so of course I just went ahead and crammed all that sappy vampire crap into my head in four days. Excuse numero uno: I'm on Twilight overload. I hate reading books like that, but I can't help it, and then it leaves my all hopped up at the end. I've had too much Edward in my life in the last few days; and this is where it gets confusing. I didn't even really like the freakin books. And I fill in the characters in my head with the movie kids, which I've seen all the movies (as a mini form of torture, although they really are a very succinct cinematic example of melodrama, but that is a discussion for another day..) and so it's a Pattinson/Edward hybrid love triangle going on. Because let's be honest, if you've read the book, Pattinson's Edward is the least accurate thing from the book to movie translation. Which is funny because I don't think he does the worst acting job in the film, but regardless. I told you, this dithers....I did find the fourth book much more complex and interesting, and that may just be because I haven't seen it as a movie yet. I don't know, I think that one is going to be a little more difficult to adapt. We'll see. Regardless, I'm stuck in forever with Edward right now.
true love.
