After my wife read this book, she continued to read the whole saga. She became obsessed. I came home to posters hung up on our walls, cardboard cut outs standing next to our bed, and cats named Edward and Bella. She went as far as buying a Volvo, without my consent. She changed her wardrobe and our home, then she went as far as trying to change me. She wanted me to become buff, memorize poetry, read minds, stay out of the sun, and be there to catch her when she fell. I tried my best to go along with this, but it was coming between us. I am a middle aged man with a beer belly, I am not a buff, pale young man. Once my wife realized I wasn't her Edward, she left me to go find an Edward for herself.