Twilgiht by Stephanie Meyer

such an odd book. vampires.....romance. I'm normally not drawn into vampire stories. Somehow they just scare me, dark, mysterious. But upon hearing one of my friends say it's a really good book, I decided to read it. So I began taking 1 and a half days to complete 498 pages. In a haze, I read the book, stopping at almost nothing to read it, to continue the story. I had to finish it, to know if the main character survived. She was playing into their hands, the tracker. Fear pulsed through my veins, I had to know or else I would have nightmares. Books, they take the reader out of their world and draw them into another until nothing else matters in their world but in the one they're reading. The objective? To finish the book, the story. "Some books must be chewed and digested carefully. Others must be devoured."
Bella, such a fool. Falling in love with a vampire.
His touch, electricity.
His scent, overwhelmingly intoxicating.
His appearance, perfect.
Boyfriend, unreasonable trust.
Tracker, fear, prey, how to stay alive.
Edward, savor, love
Bella, survive, love

How to put it to words. The fear, night, how will she stay alive? Must know, must find out. What will happen to her? Turning the pages my heart races and my mind becomes one with Bella. My mind is telling me it's a story, but no I've slowly become her. I feel her need for Edward, his touch sends my body shivering just as she does. My legs feel week, stiff, but my eyes continue to move across the page. Night. Flashlight, continuing to read. Remember to breath, eyes very tired almost dream like. Edward, seeing his face, wanting to touch him sending my body in a crazed state. Must keep the movie going. My ears hear nothing but the silent words on the page. No outside voices are heard, only the ones in this story I'm overseeing, becoming. A voice calls me back to the present, but no I won't fall back. Tracker, Bella, she....I will survive. Would have kept him talking, to hopefully let more time to pass so that Edward could come for her...me. Given him more time to find me to save me. Would have kept him talking. I will survive. But alas it's a story, simply a story. Or is it? Something pulls me from my wakening unconsciousness. Must go back to the real world.

Thinking, my heart intense. Will calm down. Bella, asked by 3 guys to a dance. Me? None. I drift back into the waking world, the real world. Never been asked to a dance. Are guys that dense? that lazy, to not care. Bella gets asked 3 times. My heart yearns, yearns for someone to say those simple 7 words. So easy, but what happens? Nothing. Bella so lucky. Got to go to Prom. Why doesn't anyone ask me? Why? Am I not attractive?....because I'm overweight? Drifting more into the real world. Listening to the sound on her website, Twilight. Taking control of me. My fingers type endlessly across the keyboard. As if hoping to let my anxiety pass from reading. Reading endlessly, reading into a nightmare, no a dream. A happy dream. Must get out of this state. Reading, watching the movie a tear falls down my cheek as he approaches. The tracker, tricked Bella. How? How did he use her mom's voice on the phone?

Will get back into the real world, this book is intriguing, but alas I must return, return to where the world is.....I have no word for it. Who ever is reading this must think I'm strange, but no I'm merely expressing my boggled mind. Letting my hands type freely across the keyboard, allowing my mind to take control of them, of what I'm feeling. When I get into these dreamlike phases after reading a book, it's quite interesting to type to see what happens. Like after I read Ender's Game. So strongly emotional that book is, like this one. It's interesting to see what I type when I'm like this. Can't you agree? But it's true.

I might as well right this here, reading this book is good, but depressing. How is it that 3 people ask Bella to a dance, and no one can even ask me to Prom? I'm getting frustrated. I know I won't go, that I shouldn't tread on the possibility that someone will ask me, for I will be depressed on Prom day. But deep within, my heart, yearns for someone to ask. I'm a senior, please someone ask me. Is it because I wear my hair in a pony tail everyday because I get hot if it's down since it's so long. Or that I wear glasses that might not look good on my face anymore. Or the fact that I'm overweight. Why won't they ask, why?

Oh well, I guess I'll have to deal with it, I'm not going to Prom.
And now I shall return to the real world.