I’m, uh, sort of infatuated with Edward Cullen right now.

Yes, it’s embarrassing. I’m a silly, sentimental, romantic little girl. But it’s true.

A friend of mine told me she was reading a fantastic Vampire book. I don’t read. No interest. But Nate is an avid, enthusiastic reader. He devours books. It actually makes me kind of crazy when Hayden comes over on Wednesday nights and she and Nate talk books for the first half hour. (I still love you, Hayden. Just a little jealous).

Anyway, I told Nate about the book, that it came highly recommended. So he bought it, and was a third of the way into it when I came home from spinning group Thursday night. He was really enjoying it, and told me about the plot so far. I was significantly more interested than I usually am when he describes the books he’s reading, (I still didn’t realize it was a relationship book) so he started reading it to me.

There are several reasons why I don’t read. First of all, it’s not how I enjoy spending my time. Secondly, I have a hard time with the mechanics of it. I tend to jump around on the page unwillingly, getting myself confused and taking three times as long as I should to keep finding my place on the page and trying to focus. (This is also why I don’t read a lot of blogs. My mechanical struggles make it extremely frustrating).

Third, when on the rare occasion I do find something interesting or gripping enough to make me want to read it, I can’t do anything else. I know a lot of people say that, but I really mean it. I haven’t been able to eat since last Thursday night. I don’t think I’ve consumed more than 400-600 calories a day since. I’ve lost 7 pounds.

I KNOW I sound psychotic. This is completely insane. Can’t help it. And what’s worse, I’m really enjoying it.

I’ve now read all three books (I don’t sleep, either. Walking is a hazard for me right now) but I’m not mentally able to let go yet, so I’ve started over with book 1. I’m making significant efforts to be a little more sane this time through, and I’m forcing myself to eat, but the smell of food is nauseating.

I had no idea, from my friend’s recommendation, that this was a romantic story. Wildly romantic. Sure, romantic in a high school, adolescent sort of way, but to be honest, that’s my favorite kind of romance story anyway. And my first exposure to the characters was Nate’s reading them to me.

So Edward’s beautiful, adoring voice is Nate’s voice in my head. Not to mention their similar physical makeup. While Nate isn’t the physical embodiment of perfection with the super-strength and muscular definition of an immortal vampire, they’re both tall, light complexioned, lean, and can be breathtakingly handsome.

Yes, yes, I know I’m being completely silly.

But to be honest, Edward says and does some things the way Nate does, and I hear his voice… Being already totally infatuated with my husband, it’s more than I can resist, an incredibly romantic story like this.

So, I’m ridiculous. I’m irresponsible. I’m self indulgent. And Abby’s sweater continues to be ready for neck shaping on the left front, and that’s all. Pre book, I expected hers to be done by now, and to have been well on to Veronica’s. This is totally messing up my timing on the fall sweaters for the kids.

Go ahead and laugh. Call me immature. I don’t really care, nor can I argue. But I haven’t had this much fun in a very long time.