Is it creepy to be obsessed?

Recently, I have rediscovered my simple adoration of reading. I've been so busy for the last few ages that I haven't read anything longer than a play or a magazine. I know that when I pick up a book, I'll start to read it, then get sidetracked by my many extracurriculars and other little details of life (like not ignoring my boyfriend...more on that in a bit) and not give myself the time to get into the story.

But I've loved reading basically since I knew that words existed, and I've missed being a bookworm. I've gone through book after lovely book in the last few weeks, and on Sunday, after reading Jess's glowing review, I started Stephenie Meyer's Twilight.

It is like a drug. All I want to do is read this book, and I haven't had nearly enough time to devote to it. I read it on my lunch break Monday instead of tackling one of several things on my neglected To-Do list. Then I devoured more of the story on Monday evening, completely ignoring the time limits I'd set for myself. Then I thought about it yesterday morning at work, and about how I just needed to get the hell through the afternoon so I could continue reading. And in my non-reading time, I am daydreaming about the characters.

What is it about this book??? I told my boyfriend on the phone yesterday that I couldn't wait to get home and continue the book, and he said, "I'm never going to see you again, am I?" Usually, spending time with him is the best part of my week. I adore him. However, I cannot rest until I've finished this book. I have told him that he is welcome to come hang out with me while I read, but he simply mustn't distract me.

So, the workday is over. I get to go home and read now! See you suckers later.