My brother sent me the following forwarded e-mail, ostensibly because I, my two sisters, and my two sisters-in-law have read The Twilight Saga Collection
Me: "I hope you are not implying that we are Twilight moms. After all, Edward the vampire is really 109 years old."
Him: "I am just making my case for when the next hot 16-year old comes around…FREE PASS!"
Me: "Well, it's only okay if that 16-year-old only looks 16 but is actually immortal. So good luck."
I think I totally won that debate.
Yes, I have read the entire Twilight series (and I started reading the first one before it became an international phenomenon, on the recommendation of my friend the literature professor). And while I'd never expect any of the books to be nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, and I could have done without some of the excessive "smoldering" that went on, not to mention all the emotional extremes—from "infuriated" to "rapturous" in 2.2 seconds—I found the books to be imaginative and entertaining. The plot moved quickly enough, for me, that I could get lost in the story and overlook many of the surface flaws. And I think it's awesome to see a stay-at-home mom of three make herself into a millionaire just by telling a good story. If I had a sexy teenage vampire tale swirling around in my head, you can bet I'd tell it.
However, no matter how much I enjoyed the books, I'm not about to join the actual Twilight Moms club or ever buy this notepad. (But more power to you if you want to!)
