Three days, 18 episodes of True Blood and countless cups of sweet tea later, I have finally torn myself away from the TV with the intention of doing something else. In the past few days I have caught up with a friend I haven't seen for over a year, and spent the day with my best friend, but all in all my time has been spent on my newest addiction, late night series True Blood. At this moment in time, as I plan my sister's 16th birthday present (a trip to the cinema to see an advance screening of The Twilight Saga: Eclipse), I am on the verge of vampire overload.
I am lucky enough to have a distraction, though, that does not include creatures of the supernatural. It was with an excitement that can only be found in literature students that I opened the door to the postman today and had to contain my excitement at the delivery of my books for next year. There is a lot of them, and so today my reading will begin. It made me sad that there was no one to share in my excitement, or to appreciate that new book smell that I love so very much. As for what to read first, there is such a lot to choose from that I hardly know where to begin.
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