Can you believe it? Well, technically, I’m a godmother, not a mom in the first degree. But it is my goddaughter’s fault that I’ve found myself acting like an obsessed 13 year old lately. When Twilight-mania first hit, I could not care less. It seemed foolish to someone my age, to say the least.
For more than a year, I observed the frenzy. Books, movies, endless entertainment media outlets overloaded with….well, just overloaded. Most surprising, I began to see facebook friends “of a certain age” joining fan pages and counting down to the movie premier. I also knew my goddaughter was a fan(atic). But when I saw her facebook post about attending the midnight premier of New Moon, I finally had to ask: “Nikki, is it that good? I find nothing appealing about a ‘vampire’ story, can that be overlooked?” Her reply, an emphatic, “yes, you have to read it.” And so she loaned me Twilight and New Moon. Knowing that her passion for books matched mine, I trusted her advice.
I opened the first book on a Saturday morning. By Tuesday evening, I had reached the end of the second book in the series. I was hooked. Twilight made the main vampire — Edward — absolutely irresistible. That, combined with brief glimpses of the devastatingly handsome Robert Pattinson in the media….I was gone.
I knew I couldn’t wait long enough for Nikki to come home for the holidays to loan me Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. So I broke down and ordered the paperback of Eclipse. I discovered that Breaking Dawn had not yet been released in paperback and vowed to wait that out. (Well, I did find that it was available in Spanish-language paperback, but that wasn’t going to help me.)
Eclipse went down in less than four days…and that was midweek, so I was also putting in 9-10 hour work days. I’m sure the Big Brother of internet retailing sensed my “thirst” (yeah, if you’re not a Twilight fan, you’re not going to get the pun), and Amazon proudly announced their $10 & change price on Breaking Dawn.
So that’s where I am right now. The thing/baby/fetus is torturing Bella. If you’ve stayed with my post to this point, you deserve to hear my deep, dark confession. On a daily basis, I google Robert Pattinson. I’ve watched ridiculously-billed “really funny” video clips on youtube and wanted to lick the screen when scrolling through Vanity Fair’s 5-part photo series.
I’m ashamed, yet exhilarated. Before composing this post, I actually googled “twilight moms” because I’d heard the term, of course, but primarily because I thought I might find a non-copyrighted photo I might add to this post. Although I should not have been surprised, I was semi-horrified to find that there is an actual twilight moms website. Wow. I’d better rethink this obsession. Or, better yet, find a real, live, accessible man to take my mind off it.