Beware.

Yes, that's right.

I went out to Border's (or is it Borders?), and my mom got me Twilight from, that's right, TJMaxx. Whatev.  So I started reading it, and it's like, de javu.  I mean, I read the first chapter a year ago and put it down, but I'll will myself to trudge on.

I'm hoping that after the first chapter, Meyer will enthrall me with her story-telling abilities and I will become one of those lurrrrvly zombies walking the halls of Newington High School, who swear by these books.

We'll see.

This was just to serve as a warning, btw.

I'm waiting to be amazed and be completely sucked in to a swirling black vortex of literature that will have me finishing the entire series in a week.

Perhaps my expectations are too high?