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There is clearly something wrong with me. I've never had a book affect me like this. I'm on book 2 (New Moon) of the Twilight Saga. Twilight kicked a lot of ass. The author really has a gift. I don't know how she does it but she makes it seem like you're not reading a book, you're living the life of the main character. Twilight gave me butterflies in my stomach, like a new crush. New Moon has hit me in the pit of my stomach and I feel like I've lost something so important to me and I will never get it back... despair, I guess. I have been in a similar situation (sans vampire, of course) and I remember being much the same way the main character is (as of the first 1/4 of New Moon), maybe that's why it's so easy to fall back into that state of mind. I really hope it takes a turn for the better soon, it's fuckin' depressing!