Last December, during my former work place’s white elephant gift exchange and in what I considered an ironic moment, I chose a wrapped gift that turned out to be two books: Twilight and New Moon. Now, because I actually know the meaning of irony, I realize that the event was in fact not ironic, but only a coincidence. But damn it, it sure felt ironic.
Anyway, it’s about six months later and I’m cleaning and getting rid of crap I don’t need and want, and there they were occupying space on my shelf, so I’ve decided to give them away.
So if you’ve been meaning to read them or want to read them again but loaned out your own copy, you’re welcome to them. The person to leave the funniest reason as to why I should keep and read them (will NEVER happen) in the comment section will win. And I promise that I won’t look at you like this: