It all started so simply...
My mom, all unknowingly, brings a copy of the second Twilight book over to our house. Bored, my 13 year old decides to go ahead and read it. She was complaining about the writing but she couldn't stop reading and ended up tearing through the rest of the series faster than Edward's teeth tear through Bella's uterus. She does Bella impressions, flinging herself around the house, yelling "Whine, whine, whine!" There are frequent outburst of "Mom, can you believe he supposed to be dazzling???" and "Rennesme? Seriously, Rennesme?" And still, she cannot help herself. She's hopelessly, helplessly into Twilight. (Listenting to her is a bit like finding Fandom_Wank has moved into your house. And eaten all your cookies. And needs you to do the laundry. But that's a whole other story.)

Tomorrow, she's off to a Robert Pattison event.

I've lost her. Lost her to the sparkly, sparkly vampires.