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Thanks to my coworker Amy I got my hands on the entire Twilight Series by Stephenie Meyer. Assessment?

I loved it. I’d put it in my “chick lit” category. General consensus from every other female I’ve spoken to is that the series’ appeal is the fact that it makes us remember how we felt at that angst-ridden teenage stage…and consequently, the angst-ridden romances. I finished the four ridiculously long books in a week’s time. Which means I met my 30 book quota for the year. HURRAH!

To spare you from the details of my love affair with these books, I give you my book reviews twitter-style (and FAR from eloquent). In 140 characters or less. WARNING: There may be spoilers, so stop reading if you want to be surprised.

Twilight

Beginning reminded me of how awkward I was when I was 17…VERY. Captured the ridiculous feeling of young love very well. Action filled end.

New Moon

Pissed me off at the beginning-PERFECT. Loved how Jacob’s character was built up. Slightly random ending, but overall is better than book 1.

Eclipse

My personal favorite. Action, excitement, character development. Pain, Love, closure. I would have been okay if this were the last book.

Breaking Dawn

Weird, but good. Hero’s journey comes to an end (yay!). Parts of the book not suitable for younger readers. Fun read, but still weird.

I’m so sad that I have to return these books, that I just might purchase my own copies.

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Read Paulo Coehlo’s “Eleven Minutes” yesterday. Not a bad book, not the best, but it did have it’s moments:

You experienced pain yesterday and you discovered that it led to pleasure. You experienced it today and found peace. That’s why I’m telling you: don’t get used to it, because it’s very easy to become habituated; it’s a very powerful drug. It’s in our daily lives, in our hidden suffering, in the sacrifices we make; blaming love for the destruction of our dreams. Pain is frightening when it shows its real face, but it’s seductive when it comes disguised as sacrifice or self-denial. Or cowardice. However much we may reject it, we human beings always find a way of being with pain, of flirting with it and making it a part of our lives.

We suffer in order to survive. And eventually it does lead to pleasure We sacrifice in order to live. And many do find peace. Or so we tell ourselves. We put those who suffer and sacrifice up on a pedestal. Martyrs are honored and revered. It’s the only sure-fire way to ensure that people pay attention to you.

They say misery loves company. I say, darn skippy! We look highly upon these people because we see a little of ourselves in their story. People burned at the stake, we burn out at work.What people tend to forget, though, is that at some point or another we made a choice that put us into many of those painful situations. Even instances that were truly a matter of chance, the emotions we feel are still a choice.

If you think you can live without suffering, that’s a great step forward, but don’t imagine that other people will understand you. True, no one wants to suffer, and yet nearly everyone seeks out pain and sacrifice, and then they feel justified, pure, deserving of the respect of their children, husbands, neighbors, God.

While these few passages hit home for me, it’s still hard to comprehend that pain may just be something we create in our heads in order to help justify decisions, especially the crappy ones, we make. That pitiful feeling has become an addiction for many of us. It’s unfortunate when happiness in no longer a standalone emotion, but rather something we feel while we wait for the pain to return.