New Moon (The Twilight Saga, Book 2)
by Stephenie Meyer
I am still embarrassed about reading these books. And yet I continue reading them. For most of this installment, my eyes were fully rolled into the back of my head, even more so than for the previous book. And yet I turned the pages faster and faster. If I could actually speak to the characters (and they could hear me), I would say, "People, chill out". At which point I would probably get bitten by a vampire and ripped apart by a warewolf, all at the same time, but not before they profess their undying love and describe their unbearable pain to the main character, Bella, through various and subtle facial twitches and eye-color changes/pupil dilations that only she can detect and interpret.
Don't know if it's the same for you but if I watch the first episode, even if by accident, of say, The Bachelor, I feel committed to seeing it through to the end. Despite knowing that I am watching trashy television, despite feeling stupid when I faithfully tune in each week, despite yelling obscenities out loud at the screen and at myself as I am watching, I feel compelled to finish the series. And so it goes with this hot vampire madness.
3 out of 5