Goddess, I Am.

And so dewy Iris flew down from the sky on saffron-colored wings, trailing a thousand different colors across the sun… - From Virgil’s Aeneid

I have a confession to make – I have never heard of Twilight until I started seeing the movie posters a couple of months back. And even then, I didn't think much of it. I thought the vampire dude looked ridiculously gay and the girl was too plain. I never watched the movie, even when I found myself surrounded by hordes of giggling girls everywhere I went.

I wasn't interested in the books, either, which was strange because I'm nuts about vampires – the Anne Rice ones, to be exact. But the whole Twilight hoopla was undeniable, and I decided that I could at least see what the fuss was all about.

So after a few well-timed hints and much traipsing around Fully Booked, I got what I wanted – all 4 of Stephenie Meyer's books. I got Twilight and New Moon from The Fiance, and Eclipse and Breaking Dawn from my mother (there was obviously a conspiracy there).

As of this moment, I'm halfway through Twilight – and I'm now “unconditionally and irrevocably in love” with the book. And Edward Cullen. And the whole idea of a vampire lover. I've been swooning like a schoolgirl since the first page, and I practically jumped out of my skin (okay, the couch), giggling like mad, when Edward said, “But I'm tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella.” on page 84, much to The Fiance's shock.

Now I'm near tears because all the theaters are now showing those ridiculous Manila Filmfest nominees, and I can't find Twilight anywhere. I'm absolutely devastated. Oh, what I would give to watch Edward Cullen on screen right now, gay-looking or not! Looks like it's back to the ol' torrent download for me.

Apart from the Twilight series, I had a pretty good haul this year. I got The Time Traveler's Wife from my best friend, a back scratcher (don't ask) and nightgown from my sister, and my yearly Starbucks planner from mum. The only thing missing is a Macbook from, well, anyone. Any takers? After all, hope springs eternal...

All in all, it was a lovely Christmas spent just chilling with the family. Now I must wrap this up. Edward (and tons of articles to write, ack!) awaits...

I've never been one for frivolous expenses. In fact, I can be quite cheap. Still, there some things in this world that put my self-control to the test, like this:

For the uninitiated, in Book 7 of the Harry Potter series, a very important book figured in the story. JK Rowling actually handmade the damned book. There are only 7 original copies in existence, and one was sold in a Sotheby's action for a whopping £1,950,000 (that's pounds sterling, mind you).

Now, as much as I want to shell out almost 2 million quid for a book, I can't. (Unless, of course, I marry Donald Trump, but I'm not his type.) I can, however, probably, possibly get the mass-produced collector's edition version.

So the big question is: Do I have it in me to spend $100 on a book that I will probably read three times a year for the rest of my life? I have until the 4th of December to find out.