Yes, I’m in my thirties. Most of the time I act like an adult but sometimes it’s like so super cool to like get caught in a teen trap, you know? I recently ravaged all four books in the Twilight saga (or as my boyfriend likes to call it, “Teen Vampire Lust”). I haven’t been this besotted with a series since Flowers in the Attic. Naturally Amazon has added me to its teen paranormal email list, and naturally I haven’t unsubscribed from it. Last night I rather enjoyed watching the first "Twilight" movie despite its morbid reviews. It wasn’t nearly as riveting as the book but it provided a beautifully saccharine adolescent escape. The sequel “New Moon” hits theaters this November and I’m unashamed to admit that I’m looking forward to it.
The Girl Who Used To Stay Home To Watch Roswell.