Bloody Twilight Addictions

So, I spent this weekend reading the third book and half of the final book, in the deliciously wrong Twilight series.  I am addicted to this craziness.  And it is so funny because I keep waiting for these characters to have mad sex and then it hit me, I mean this is for young readers and ya know, would I want my kids reading this, even as teenagers? I mean what are all the 15 year olds thinking, if I am thinking what I am thinking? Does that make sense? Even, if they are mystical creatures.  I must be having a mid-life crisis.  I feel like calling this writer up and being like hey there, can you put out the rated X or R version for us 30 year old women out here…those of us sheepishly roaming through the young adult reader section of Barnes and Noble pretending to buy the box set for our “niece”.

My eyes actually hurt from reading the 2000 pages over last week.  It has been an amazing escape.  My sister-in-law told my sister, to tell me, to back off, that the character; Edward was hers as well as all the images of him in my mind!! 

That is hilarious!  I mean, how many women like me and Jennifer are hiding in their bedrooms late at night lusting after werewolves and bloodsuckers while our young children sleep in their rooms and our husband snore by our sides?  Are we that devoid of romance?  I mean as a group?  I suspect so.  I suspect that many women, in a relationship or not, so passionately long for the kind of desire that the two main male characters have for their girl.  I mean who doesn’t want to be basically worshipped, adored, protected and not allowed to have something they desperately want?  Um, all of us! 

This story has brought up many conversations about why this book is so appealing to mother and daughter alike.  The truth is we (women) all long for that first kiss, the first time we realize some one loves all the strange things about us, the first time you hear you are loved, the first looks of lust and passion, the first flirt, mix CD or late at night text that makes your stomach drop, your heart pound and your face blush…the firsts.  I guess that is why they are called firsts…you only get them once.  And this series is one long drawn out firsts experience and it is so worth the 90 hours of your life. 

So, I have Googled every bit of information on the first movie and I have not yet seen it.  I have asked my husband if he minded if I just went by myself and left him with the kids.  I mean he did fly to Boston and got to see the Celtics play…well he was on business but he still saw the game.  Is this too much to ask…A small indulgence of my bloody addiction? 

Have a great week and if you haven’t read any of the series, well, the truth is I am JEALOUS of your first to come…the first page you read.

E

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