When I was in primary school roughly 6 to 8 years ago I read the His Dark Materials series and loved it, so I took Northern Lights with me (the first book in the series) when I went on holiday a week ago (I got back today). I never actually expected myself to read it, but took it just in case I had some time to kill and was in the mood - having not read a book for leisure in years.

I finished it in three days and, having not brought The Subtle Knife with me, needed something else to read. After embarrassingly searching several book stores I bought Twilight (I felt like an obsessed teenage girl), read that in another three days, and I've been looking for the next books in the series since finishing it. Unfortunately it appears I've no chance of getting my hands on them until at least the 26th when all the book stores receive them. But I can read The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass in the mean time.
It does intrigue me though how interested I've suddenly become in reading again after having not done for so long. I suppose it just takes a good book.
Incidentally Twilight was fantastic (though I really am just a sappy teen at heart) and Northern Lights was just as gripping as it was the first time.