Hater to Hardback

To continue with my week of guest poster, today's post is written by Em from Life, Liberty and the Pursuit.
Em is an awesome mother of two little boys. Her youngest was diagnosed with PKU at birth.

I just adore Em. I love the way that she brings up issues and makes me think about things with her 'Friday's Food For Thought' posts. She also educates me about what is going on in the world. I am terrible about current events and Em is fabulous about it. I know if there is something that is going on and I need to know about it, Em will bring it to me in the blogosphere.

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Gather 'round dear Jen readers, I have a confession to make. One so grand that I fear comment repercussions on a level equal to me telling you that my almost four-year-old still occasionally uses a paci.

That's a hypothetical controversial example by the way. I would never risk the future shape of my son's teeth to guarantee a long-night's sleep for me.

Never.

Well maybe.

Anyway, you get what I'm saying. But I'm confident you're a group who will embrace my admission with empathy and an open mind, because with the following sentence, I'm taking the chance of unleashing the wrath of mommy bloggers (or moms who happen to blog) upon my soul...

I'm Team Jacob.

If you don't understand that declaration, you're part of the Twilight Uninitiated, an association I was once proud to be a charter member of - that is, until this past December. In a desperate act of trying to find some kind, any kind, of escape from the Holiday madness, I finally broke the seal on my boxed set of the first three books, compliments of the incredible ladies of SITS.

Over a year ago.

I know.

It was not from lack of absolute gratitude, believe me. I would give Heather and/or Tiffany my last bottle of wine if they requested. High sacrifice indeed. No, I was scared. Not of vampires or werewolves or over-dramatic teen angst, but that the series surely could not live up to the hype.

See, I had been burned once before, by my best friend and my mother, over the desperate need to see "Out of Africa" (Google it whippersnappers) when I was just a babe in the pop-culture-hype woods. I wasn't going to expose myself to that feeling of crushing disappointment again.

So it was with great trepidation that I cracked the spine, flipped to page one and allowed myself to be consumed - it's a short journey from eye rolling at screaming Robert Pattinson fans to being five minutes late to my much-needed, much-wanted hair appointment last week because I HAD to swing by Target to grab "Breaking Dawn." Curse you Walmart for being sold out.

And there it now sits on my bedside table - all shiny and black, white chest piece beckoning - open me, devour me, ignore the boys and laundry because of me. Be patient my precious, quiet time is coming.

Delayed gratification of the highest magnitude.

I know I'm way late to the party (typical me), and I've heard nasty rumors that this Jacob fan might be disappointed with Bella's choice. But I'm positive that, that disappointment will not extend to the magician who is Stephenie Meyer - that chick can spin a yarn - ironic really, since yarn is the last product on the planet that hasn't sold out to the marketing machine that is "Twilight."

So in the coming days, if my posts are short and not even close to being sweet, and my comment love all but dries up, forgive me - I'm off to Forks to get my teen angst on.