Dear Stephanie Meyer

I'm going to start this by saying this: Sometimes I think I don't like you very much. Yeah, that's right. Let me tell you why:
I started reading Anne Rice years and years ago (it's not important to give away my age!) and became obsessed. I am an Aries, afterall, and I live my life in my head - my own personal non-reality. Strange, I know, but the truth. Maybe it's a defense I've built up. Maybe it's just me. Anyhow, I grew out of it. I put Lestat somewhere deep in my brain where he exsists still (sometimes), but I stopped obsessing. I married my love, have my own kids, and started living reality.
Well, ok, so I still don't live in reality - more on that later.
So there was an epidemic. A strong surge I felt coming at me from all sides. Everyone was talking about Twilight and how I HAD to read it. I put it off knowing I haven't gotten through a book in years, even my own (will get to that with the non-reality part later).
I saw it at WalMart of all places. My boys were with me, I was having a poo-poo of a day and thought, heh - why not. Maybe I can get away for a bit in my head. It was like a shiny beacon. "Read me, you know you want to".....
Two days.
Two days the book was finished.
So why does that make me not like you?
1. I feel I am cheating on Lestat, who will forever be my vampire love
2. I did nothing for two days except drag around a tattered book. I ignored everyone and didn't even notice that I forgot to sleep.
3. I am way too old for that!!! It's about high-schoolers. Really.
4. I found myself at WalMart at 7pm racing around trying to find the next book. Desperately. More desparate than I like to admit. When I didn't find it at first, I was so sad. Over a book!!!
5. I am now scared to start the 4th book because I know it's the end.

You. You did this to me!

But there is another reason............
Did you know I've been writing a book, too? I mentioned that I live in my own reality....and to get it all out, I started writing down everything - dreams, thoughts, song lyrics that inspired me. And here's the problem. I'm slow. And the storylines are kinda close. Ah, well. It was for me anyway, right?

So there it is, Ms. Meyer. I hope you're happy with yourself.

But then again, you've given us Edward, right? :)