Wednesday, February 13, 2008
So I just finished reading Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse, by Stephenie Meyer. I thouroughly enjoyed the experience. They were "fun." It's not like they were pivitol peices of American literature; but I really enjoyed them. My mom has been complaining while reading them about how cheesy and silly they are. True, they are adolescent fiction, but I think it means something to me to be able to enjoy them. It's the part of me that enjoys them that still smiles coyly at my husband every now and then. Its the part of me that buys the "cute" desk calendar over the institutional version. It's the part of me that paints my toenails sparkly lavender. I don't want to give up those things about me. Therefore, I also retain the ability to be completely wrapped up in the teenage love story that weaves through these books. And that--I am very happy about.