That's when I noticed the still, white figure. Edward Cullen was leaning against the front door of the Volvo, three cars down from me, and staring intently in my direction.
Guys, I want you to remember this update. These two sentences signify the moment that every book boyfriend became an epic, stalkery douchcanoe.
After you're dead, that is.
I think at some point in time I do want to read all of The Tale of Genji. But for now: life is too short. I recognise the historical significance of the work. However, the translation and style make for a tedious read (and I simply don't have the willpower to keep going for another 1000+ pages).
And Genji is a complete creep.