Twilight crazy

Last night, at 1 am, Zane came into the bedroom with a mock reproving look, wagging his index finger at me, almost half grinning.

I guess he caught me with my hands in the candy jar! He found me in the darkened room, under the covers with Bella and Edward in my hands! Heheh...I was reading Eclipse by candlelight again.

I felt a little guilty and foolish. He made me feel like a teenaged schoolgirl trying to fool her parents and getting caught. He bade me goodnight. Go to sleep. Don't read anymore, you have to wake up early to go to work tomorrow.

I didn't say anything. I wasn't going to lie to him and say okay.

I guess he knew it, and added, "Baca sikit je lagi...takpe."

We kissed goodnight. He went downstairs to do his painting and I joined Bella, Edward and Jacob in the freezing snow at the little clearing where they had set up camp, waiting for the final battle.

I'm so absorbed in the story, you just wouldn't believe it...I even spoke about it to Baby Musa on my drive home yesterday evening. I don't know if he understood just how crazy his Mama was with this whole Twilight saga thing. He was probably too preoccupied with his own Peekaboo book but I was going on and on about my theories of how the story will end.

I'm almost at the end of this third book and as always with a story that I like, I'm beginning to feel a sense of loss. My sister has pre-ordered the sequel, Breaking Dawn, but it's only being released on August 2 and her copy will arrive maybe a week or two after that. She's agreed to let me read it first since she'll still be in Bangkok by then.

If before, I was rushing through the pages, impatiently devouring the words of the story, now that I'm almost at the end, I'm slowing down my pace. Not that I don't want to know what will happen but because I think it's so special, I have to slow down. I don't know if I'm being silly but I want to be in a quiet place when I finish the book. So I can sigh, cry, contemplate or whatever, at the end alone.

Some stories just deserve that private moment at the end, when the last word can echo in my heart before the weight or finality of it sinks in.