My age is swirling around in a little filter-like funnel cloud above me right now reminding me that at thirty-six, I am a grown woman and no longer a Bop reading young girl.  I should not be obsessed with teen idols. 

Okay, now that I’ve gotten that out, let me say it…who cares?  He’s cute and interesting.  No biggie.

But I do want to give credit where it is due and so here is why I feel compelled to admit to you all what my brain does when I find something or someone fascinating.  It goes into absolute devouring mode. 

I’ve been like this as long as I can remember.  At ten, I fell in love with Sal Mineo’s Plato and read Susan Braudy’s 320 page Who Killed Sal Mineo?

Can obsession really be that bad if it’s motivated me to become an avid reader? 

Here’s what I know.  Today I read a page in Guy de Maupassant’s novel, Bel Ami, where I stumbled over a word I was unfamiliar with.  Impecunious.   Had to look it up.  Turns out it means penniless. 

Have you ever heard that phrase, “There’s what you know.  Then there’s what you don’t know.  And then there’s what you don’t even know you don’t know?” 

Well, today the obsession that sometimes leaves me questioning my own sanity knocked a little piece out of that “what you don’t know” stuff. 

Today, this blog is a spin zone.  I’m inviting you to come out and 1) admit your own guilty obsession and 2) explain (fabricate) how it has made you a better person! 

My Robert Pattinson Reading List:

Twilight, Midnight Sun, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn and The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner by Stephenie Meyer.  Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen.  Bel-Ami by Guy de Maupassant.   Cosmopolis by Don DeLillo.  Doomed Love by Virgil. The Ballad of the Sad Café by Carson McCullers.  Maniac Eyeball by Salvador Dali & Andre Parinaud.  The Bad Mother’s Handbook by Kate Long.