I'm not particularly good at introductions (is anyone?), but I'll give it a go.
I first read Twilight just fifteen days ago. I've also read New Moon in those fifteen days, pre-ordered the paperback version of Eclipse, obsessively checked Stephenie Meyer's website, watched the Twilight trailer several times, the behind the scenes clips and hunted down movie stills like a blood thirsty vampire. And yet I still can't get enough.
Before reading Twilight I was a die-hard Harry Potter and refused to believe that there might be something better. I've now come to the conclusion that Twilight is not the next Harry Potter - it's just what follows it. Now the Harry Potter books are over, the characters have grown up and so have we, it's time to move on with the literary world too, and embark on a whole new series of books. Twilight is natural.
It's almost like when we finished that final page of Deathly Hallows and closed the book that we were bitten by a Laurent, Victoria or James, and transformed a few months later into Twilight fans.
So here I am, bitten, transformed and hooked on the blood which seeps out of the very pages of Twilight, the blood which sings to me and of which, is most definetly my brand of heroin.
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