Twilight at Bedtime

Yesterday a colleague from work brought the book "Twilight" for me to borrow. I was surprised that she even remembered, because I had casually mentioned my mild interest in reading it to her a couple of weeks ago. Very thoughtful of her to remember.

Anyway, I'm about twenty pages into it, and so far it's pretty good--not as gripping as I anticipated, but good. I'm hesitant to say that because I don't like to judge until I have read the whole book, but also I don't want to piss of the legion of rabid Twilighters out there! I would like to visit the place where the story takes place, though. I've always wanted to go to Washington state or foggy San Francisco: someplace that's rainy and green and cloudy all year. I guess I'm a weirdo; I've always loved the rain and the cold.

I always read before bed; I can't fall asleep until my eyes start to feel heavy and finally slip closed, while the book slides out of my hands and thuds to the bed.

So I'll read "Twilight" before bed tonight, and then have shadowy vampire-filled dreams.