At the mountains of madness...

As much as I refuse to have any thing to do with sparkly bloodsuckers and pedo werewolves, alas, I finally give. The New Moon is on the rise, my colleagues want to see it, the whole WORLD will be / is already watching it, and I must admit, I am not strong enough to deny its pull.

After all, pop culture is my life.

Not that I loved or even remotely liked the first movie, this intrepid reporterreader will delve into the most popular and current book series for teenage girlsyoung adults, just for the sake of exposure. I've already downloaded the books (try before you buy :)), all I need is just some time to read it. Rather than do the ol' hackneyed chapter-by-chapter analysis, I'll be posting my thoughts when I wanna, though I'll make it a point to update regularly on my progress.

[Like, more often than I blog now.]

So, before I descend into the madness that is Twi-mania, here are my last lucid words as someone who has not read any of the Twilight saga, and who is well aware that the next thousand or so pages (four books) she reads will revolve around forbidden love and romance, with absolutely no sex despite there being vampires around.

Here's to hoping I come out of the experience sane, and not as a *shudder* Cullen fangirl.