You might be a paranormal YA junkie, if…

You picture angels as hot, brooding guys wearing tight T-shirts and jeans.

You believe you’re surrounded by a bunch of Muggles or Mundanes who don’t have a clue about what is going on in the real world.

You wonder why you don’t have a wand or a stele.

You picture demons as hot, brooding guys wearing tight T-shirts and jeans.

You would consider asking a complete stranger with a Russian accent to say, “Roza.”

You think “Four” is perfectly reasonable name, and you’ve spent time considering which faction you’d join. (Bonus points if you’d place yourself in Dauntless even though spiders freak you out.)

You picture aliens as hot, brooding guys wearing tight T-shirts and jeans.

You stock up on sale items just in case the zombie apocalypse hits…even though you’re pretty sure zombies don’t exist.

You plan to take up the crossbow as a just-in-case-I-have-to-fight-off-hordes-of-demons kind of hobby (not the hot brooding ones, the slimy green ones)

You refuse to believe Jace is Jonathan Morgenstern…and part of you doesn’t care if he is.