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| current | archives | profile | notes | gbook | host Reading: Twilight - Stephenie Meyer The amount of fangirlish glee I have for this book is pitiful. Spontaneous combustion just may occur before I finish it. Although I love virtually all books, it is only the occasional one that grips me like this. I am already starting to get depressed at the thought of finishing the story - and there are two more books written [so far] in the series. Sad and neurotic I know, but I can't help it. 100 pages in and I'm already deeply attached to the characters and plotline and more than slightly wistful this stuff wasn't real. Other books/characters I have gotten attached to: uhm that's all I can think of at the moment. My room is a goddamn mess. It's atrocious. There is a pile of crap - clothes, shoes, shoeboxes, bags, magazines - situated right at the entrance of my room that I have to jump over to get to anything. Such a grub, I am. We are young and we don't care I have to leave in less than half an hour because there is no food in the house. So probably blogging when I still have to get ready is not the best idea. *ponders* I need you defenseless, dependent and alone - 2007-10-08
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