the nagging obsession

Fetish... Words she penned are mantra. She had my eyes laid on the pages of her book again... I found my feet resting on a collapsible platform. Tis going to be a high fall! Ready?

Twilight... I'm rereading it now. This instant it's nothing like the last time I digested it. I knocked the book down before you can blink. Did you happen to experience watching a movie being fast forwarded? Since it's going to be shown tomorrow, I'll mellow down to savor word for word, chapter by chapter.

Meyer failed to stir me with the way she constructs her wordings. Why am I making it such an issue? Well, I'm just thinking about Stephen King, the master of suspense. But come on, some of his novels doze me off. Can't he put the element of suspense without pulling my eyelashes down? Have you read "The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon"? It's the first jet book I flew. I gave it a hard throw against the wall. This is getting off my subject, let's drop the King behind.

Stephenie Meyer... I keep throwing stones at her, yet here again I'm losing my head over her literary work. There's a love incantation concealed in the letters, I suspect. I am in an emotion I cannot elude. She ensnared me in her web as if I were a feeble firefly. I salute you Steph.

How many hours more left? I can't wait. Shit.