Reading and Real Life

I recently just finished the Twilight series. I know I'm a little behind, but I wasn't quite ready to jump on the bandwagon. It only took me a week to read the whole series, plus the partial draft of "Midnight Sun" that I hope gets published one day (Twilight from Edward's point of view). Suddenly I don't have a life anymore, and it doesn't help that the fictional character's life is a lot more interesting. It does get you wishing why life can't be as interesting as a book. Except as I write that I realize that there's too much tragedy and conflict in a book, that maybe I don't want that in my life. There are other elements that I think I would enjoy. Ok, so I've never been romantic in my life, but somehow, now I want to be. I've hated watching, reading, thinking about anything romantic at all, but now I think I might want it. Yep, comparing reading with real life causes trouble.