In 2005 my grandpa summed up a newspaper article he'd just read about a Mormon mom who wrote a book while her baby sat on her lap. The book hit the top of the charts, along with the following three sequels. I remember hearing girls say how much they loved the book, that they couldn't put it down and would neglect home and family till they were finished reading, that they were "obsessed". Knowing I am the kind of reader that gets sucked into books I decided I would wait for a time when I could get away with neglecting home and family. That time just never seemed to arrive. Then Adam rented "Twilight" two weeks ago and we watched it together. After that I decided I needed to just get it over with and read the books. I borrowed the first book from my sister and was determined to use self-control because it was Easter weekend. I finished on Monday, borrowed the rest of the series from a friend on Wednesday and finished all of them in a day each. About 2,500 pages in less than a week. My eyes are bloodshot, I'm sleep deprived, my children got away with a whole lot of TV watching, and my husband called me a "dork".
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