So for a very brief period of time this summer, I was unemployed. Did I start running? Did I dust off my draft of a novel? Did I go through my boxes and boxes of photos?

Nope.

I read the Twilight Saga. Well, read might be too loose of a word. How about swallowed whole in a mind-numbing week of no sleep? And then proceeded to re-read. I haven’t re-read a book this much since I spent a beach vacation with The Waves. Then dragged the family to Forks.

Did I see the movie? Yes. Don’t get me started…

Did Matt go with me on this ride? Sigh. He tried. He read the books and attended the movie, supportingly. But I can’t say that he “got” it. I also have to confess that Aidan and Liam know about mommie reading her “books” and Aidan even knows they are about vampires (not sure he gets vampires but loosely he thinks they are in the same class as Ventress).

So why am I finally coming clean? It has been through the crest and fall (it was briefly cool and now it is yesterday’s newsprint), it was decried by feminists and lauded by teenage girls and it was even NPR-ed to death.

Now is the time because a friend who I respect immensely confessed her secret Twilighting tonight. She is finishing Breaking Dawn and we are going to “talk” afterward. I can’t tell anymore for fear of revealing her identity unwittingly, but let’s just say I feel validated. (Plus, I was outed at work so I guess it was time anyway).