It had taken me back to high school myself. Back in the day when books served as my comfort, my escape for when reality became too redundant and boring.
I have never cultishly followed the Anne Rice novels and I only got a glimpse of her series through the movie Interview With The Vampire which was easily available on HBO. That however, did not compel me into actually grabbing any of her books.
Who would have thought it just took one Wina and one Gaeile to convince me into reading this novel. I had the time and nothing to lose, I thought. If things started to bore me in the first chapter, I said I was dropping the whole idea. And believe me, I hold the record for beginning something I don't really finish.
So there I was, engulfed in the idea that a vampire fell in love with a mortal. It was other-worldly but beautiful. Edward's character encompassed all that a prince charming could ever be and I was amazed at how much I craved for him to be in every scene, just surprised at the things he said and how he said it. It was the endless question and answer between Edward and Bella that left me longing for the scenes to go on and never end. I could revel in their banter all day, friendly at first then boderlining sarcastic and patronizing. It left me feeling the Edward, though immortal, still had a human side after all. His love for her was selfless, unconditional --the kind we can only envy and never fathom how such a thing was possible.
And suddenly it makes sense why people are hooked on the saga.. the idea that two different worlds can meet and the undying faith that there will be a happy ending is gripping. For five hours straight I read on, never leaving the town of Forks, holding my breath (and instinctively knowing) that something good will come out of the situation no matter how bleak. It always almost does anyway. Even in real life.
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