I have been sucked in.

I’m officially a Twilight reader. If you had asked me to read this book a year ago, I would have balked at the thought and proceeded to lecture you on why Salinger is the only relevant author.

But there is something oddly comforting about the story of a regular girl and a bunch of vampires in gloomy Forks, Washington. You may not think so, but it’s true. Trust me. Or trust the group of women at my work who are all now addicted. We have lunch book club meetings. It’s that ridiculous.

After we’re done the series, the plan is to start our own Jane Austen book club. But for now, we are all savouring every last bit of Twilight.

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