I searched the entire store walking through each lovely aisle, pausing every once in a while to scan covers and read first chapters, but in the end, it wasn't there. It had to be, I thought. I took one final lap around the store before finally giving in. I knew I must have blindly slipped over it.
The salesman could tell I had a question. I shyly moved toward him, made eye contact and with the largest attempt at being casual (as if it wasn't for me) asked where I could find the Twilight series books.
"Ah, yes," he said immediately. He walked me over to a stand I swear I had circled, but there they were. All four in their glory.
"Thank you," I said. I think he could tell I was shy about it.
"You are only on the second one?" he said.
"Yes, have you read them?" I asked grasping for some hope that other people my age read young adult fiction still.
"I had to for the release party," he said. I responded with a knowing nod. He continued though. "At least, that's my excuse."
Then I relaxed and may have delved a little too much about how I am absolutely in love with the books despite the fact that they were written for "young adults." I guess I'm a young adult still, I'm only 22.
This past week I have been all too enthralled by Edward Cullen and Bella Swan. I finished the nearly 500 page book in a matter of 5 days and most likely will be making another trip for the third book in the next week. There is something about fiction and fantasy tied together that draws me (and thousands of others based on the ratings) in. Although, I may be slowly sinking away from reality more and more and fall deeper in love with the protagonists, I find reading a perfectly acceptable form of doing so.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
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