Picture this scenario:
I spent the second half of yesterday reading about queries and working on my own (if you're in this boat and haven't visited Query Shark, do.) By the time Ibis got home I was cranky, tired, and sick of looking at the computer. I grudgingly made him two sandwiches for dinner then watched Nadal in Round 2 of the Australian Open. (I'm very unhappy with his wardrobe choices this year. Bring back the sleeveless shirts!)
I finished reading Grammar Girl's book earlier in the day, so I picked up the Dreamweaver instructional book that my dad brought for me. I read the first few pages, but that wasn't what I felt like reading. I had that feeling - you know, the one where nothing satisfies you but everything pisses you off? I picked up my journal and by the time I finished three pages, Ibis was sleeping soundly on the couch.
I really wanted to read a good book, one that sucks me right in, but didn't want to start something new since my mom and sister arrive in two more days. I don't expect to have a lot of time to read while they're here and I'd rather not leave off in the middle of a book for a week. One book in particular was calling to me, but I argued against it.
"No, you're too long. I'll be stuck in the middle of you for a week. Besides, I don't feel like carting you to the beach."
It kept calling.
"My sister will tease me endlessly if I'm reading you when she's here."
That didn't stop it.
I climbed on the chair, pulled it off the shelf, and wiped away the thin film of dust the coated the cover. I already knew what it was about, but I read the back cover anyway.
"It's 10:30 at night. My bedtime was half an hour ago. Why should I start a new book now?"
(Yes, I talk to myself a lot when Ibis is gone or sleeping.)
The book whispered sweet nothings in my ear, refusing to be placed back on the shelf.
I got ready for bed, propped up my pillows, and started reading, figuring I'd be asleep in half an hour.
Have I ever told you that Ibis gets up really early sometimes, sometimes as early as 4am? Well, I was still reading when he got up! I'm halfway through, at page 246 of 498, and it was SO hard putting it down. Even after I turned off the light, my mind raced.
All I have to say for myself is wow, Edward is dreamy. :)
As for Ms. Stephenie Meyers, you're evil!