Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
Obsession, Part II am thirty-something years old; I am self employed. I am married, and I own real estate. By all normal reckoning, I should be considered a mature adult. So it is with more than a little chagrin that I admit my full-fledged, heart-pounding, passionately-consuming, brain-melting, fanatic obsession with Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight series.
Without going in to the entire history of how I came to check out the audiobook version of Twilight from the library, or how, during the two weeks of car rides it took to listen to the book, I walked around in a foggy daze, my mind completely absent from my own life here in sunny California (my brain deep in the lush, wet forest of Forks, Washington), I will simply relate one anecdote that will illustrate Twilight’s unnatural hold upon me.
[Those of you who know me well will find the following quite shocking. Those who don’t should read this.]
When the final disc of the audiobook came to an end, I sat in the silence for a moment, speeding down Interstate 680 heading home. I put the disc back into its case (I have become quite adept at doing this with one hand, blindly), thought for a moment, then stuck disc one back into the player.
I'll say that again. I stuck disc one back into the player.
And then, when I got home, I ordered the paperback from our retail distributor, so that it would arrive the next day. When it came, I read it again. It was like an alien had abducted Renee and replaced her with… a re-reader.
Now, I have read a good number of romance novels in my day—mostly in high school, when I was supposed to be reading YA novels—but not a single one of them seized me the way Edward and Bella’s story kicked me in the gut and turned my brain to puddly mush for two weeks. Maybe I was just in the right frame of mind at the right moment. Or maybe I should just come to terms with the fact that I have the mentality of a fifteen-year-old. Maybe I’m OK with that.
After all, as Sheryl Crow sings, if it makes you happy... it can’t be that bad.
Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
posted by Renee at 5:45 PM
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9 Comments:
Nah. You don't have the mentality of a 15 year old. It's just that addictive.
Thanks, sassymonkey! This must be true, since I got two of my friends hooked too. It's good to have friends you can obsess with.
Your story sounds like the rest of the women at twilightMOMS.com.
I've heard so many good things about this book. I'm a mom of 2 and no longer reading YA stuff, but I think I'm going to have to make an exception!
Whenever I get stressed about driving, I pretend Edward's in the car with me, and I instantly calm down (and go into a happy coma). The Twilight saga truly is just that addicting.
ooh, great idea. I'll have to try that!
LisaMM, definitely pick it up. Although you still have to take it with a grain of salt. It is still YA, after all. I always hate it when something is so hyped that it's ultimately disappointing, so don't expect too too much and I think you'll like it!
nyahaha. just try not to run into anything, ok? i'd hate to be responsible for totaling your car ;)
(I mean, while you're in the happy coma. Not trying to say you're likely to run into anything--I just sometimes completely faze out for a moment when thinking of lovely Edaward, which is not so good usually.)
grr--misspelled Edward, and I'm still completely unintelligible. Sorry! :)
Just trying to say that Edward's brilliance is nice, but I've yet to test him out on major thoroughfares, so--just be careful when dealing with dazzling vampires.
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