ratel y scare d that Edwar d will never come back. I haven 't been this weepy since high schoo l. I think this is one of those books that hooks you at the first page and drags you kicki ng and screa ming throu gh it like some sort of over- drama tized death march with promi ses of cake. The first fifty pages were like every guy who ever broke my heart decid ed to come over for dinne r and a histo rical reena ctmen t. It doesn 't help that I have a very impre ssion able mind, espec ially when readi ng ( dude, it's happe ning IN MY HEAD) and I've never expos ed mysel f to roman ce lit befor e, so I haven 't a toler ance for this sort of thing . Meyer 's writi ng is extre mely effec tive, that and I think I might be takin g all of this way too serio usly.
I might be havin g night mares about the woods tonig ht.
..is there some sort of suppo rt group out there ?