Twilight…and how to forget to feed yourself.

The cover of the first in the series of four.

First let me say…I’m so tired, this entry is not going to be finely tuned and instead it will be disjointed…my apologies…get over it. But this entry is more like something you could find in my journal instead of online for the world to see.

I hate what I’m about to admit because it’s admitting a serious lack of self control. I’ve ALWAYS been a huge fan of horror. Blood and Guts. The suspense of dark as fascinated me, but only as a voyeur. So as a consequence, movies and books have been my keyhole into that world without having to open the door and walk through to that side risking messy mental instability and a the disparaging look of heavy black eyeliner.

The fact I can resist the goth look, though, is not what I hate to admit. I hate to admit it…but I recently spent the last 5 days in a black hole of compulsion tearing through the Twilight series by Stephanie Meyers. Roughly 2800 pages of reading during a 5 day marathon…yesterday I started reading at 6:45 a.m. and didn’t stop until 1:13 a.m THIS morning finally completing the final book in the series of four. This is going to sound like a complete literary exaggeration but I was obsessed. I know because I didn’t eat….I lost 3 lbs…I read through blazing headaches (no doubt caused by my eyes wanting to shut down)….I forgot basic hygiene like brushing my hair or teeth…I didn’t answer my phone…I didn’t check my emails…I dropped off the face of the planet in a self subjecting coma.

Here comes the part where I wince over the subject of my obsession as the story synopsis wasn’t your average horror book or guy and girl saga. No, it was a tale about a girl who was very human falling in a dangerous love with a boy who was at the simplest a vampire. An adventure through violence and tradition. Warring rivals and families. Two worlds and at the center of this all is a furious blinding love. Barely a horror story at all and more, in fact, in line with Romeo and Juliet.

I recently read The Godfather by Mario Puzo for the first time as well and although I was very taken with that book and still claim it to be the best written thing my eyes have fell on, this was completely different. The writing (or editing for that matter) in the Twilight series cannot be compared to masterpieces, yet the strength of her story, the characters, the grace and ease of her connection to the important, it was compelling to say the least and contradictory to my instincts.

So by the time the five days were over, I didn’t give a shit about the editing, my eyes now have giant bags under them, I’m pale with anemia and weak with dehydration….I LOOK like a vampire, but I wanted to at least share on my blog why I was away and share the fact that I feel as though I have found a new modern masterpiece. A love story that cannot be rivaled in any sense because the originality of this story is so unique in its perspective that I must say that Ms. Meyer got there first…and she almost destroyed me with her writing. Well done.