I have a confession. An embarrassing, yet amusing, confession.
First, a little backstory. I love to read. Classics, non-fiction, fiction, technical manuals, medical journals, anything. I have a very low tolerance for anything cheesy, shallow, or ridiculous.
Last week, I checked all four Twilight saga books out of the library. I told myself I was tired of hearing references that I didn't understand.
I read them. I ....liked.... them. I want more. I've had the story swirling around in my head since I finished.
My husband is shocked and confounded by this.
I really have no explanation. But I think I need to buy them.