Thankful #5: The Twilight Saga
It physically hurts me to be one of the crowd, but I can admit that I am, in fact, a Twi-hard (the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, right?)
When Kat first suggested I borrow her copy of Twilight, I scoffed.
"I don't do Vampires" I said condescendingly.
Inevitably, I took her copy, only for the fact that I was 7 months pregnant with nothing to read at work. My job, my life had become painfully slow waiting for the arrival of Oliver. I needed something to help pass
the time.
I have to admit, I wasn't a fan of Twilight after the first book. I read the second only because Kat had it on hand and I was mildly curious as to where the story would go. I wasn't even aware of the mania that had transpired over this book.
By the end of the second, I was hooked. I couldn't put it down and then, when I finished it, with tears running down my hormonal face, I waddled to Target the second it opened and bought the third. I read this book at work, at home, even in the car with friends. It got to the point where I thought R,A & A were going to have to do a Twilight intervention.
The 4th was much the same. I read that 800-odd page book in a day and a half I believe. I'm just thankful I started the series before Oliver was born, otherwise, well, he might not be as well taken care of.
But you see, these books mean more to me than just a series I obsess about. I don't adore Robert Pattinson (although, at the Big Wicked, there was a guy dressed up as Edward and I almost squealed. Almost.) These books, then and now, provide me with an escape from everyday life. I still read them on a constant rotation and even though I know the books by heart, I find comfort in knowing they wait for me at the end of the day.
The other night, laying in bed, me immersed in Eclipse for the 100th time, Anth leaned over and started talking about fixing our electrical issues or something like that. I held up one finger and said, "We don't talk about life when I am reading Twilight"
When I was pregnant, the Twilight series became a life saver. Something akin to the feelings of falling in love all over again, it was what I felt as I fell in love with the characters. Stephanie Meyer's writing isn't the best sometimes, but her characters and plots are utterly consuming.
And even now, they give me something to look forward to, a place to escape in my mind, where money worries, dog hair, the constant demands of being a working wife and mother, well, don't exist. All I have to worry about (and envy) is Bella's love triangle and the constant danger she puts herself in.
Something about the mood of the books inspire something in me. I started penning another story that has nothing to do with vampires, werewolves or hapless females, yet the mood of the Twilight saga follows me.
You make think me lame but I can't deny how these books have affected my life. Even reconnecting me with an old friend, Brandi. We met for the first time in years to see the first movie and ever since have been talking, visiting more. It provided a common area when our lives seemed so different. Finding out, after taking a closer look, we have more in common than I could ever imagine and the physical distance between us doesn't seem so important anymore. At the last premiere I was pregnant and at New Moon she'll be the pregnant one. Its a nice tradition we set, our dates to the movie premieres. Anthony is not allowed to come with me due to his constant mocking. And I couldn't take any kind of criticism. Criticism is not allowed in that world.
So New Moon is coming out in a few weeks and I could go on and on about how excited I am except that I'm a little embarrassed about my enthusiasm. It's nice though, to have something to look forward to, something that makes you feel 13 again even if your bordering 25.
So, I'm thankful for the Twilight Saga for allowing me a place to escape where hunky werewolves and rich handsome vampires fight over you, even if, in reality, you are seven months pregnant and big as a house. For creating a reality so vastly different from my own. And for rekindling a friendship that has proven to be a highlight in my hum-drum life.
Now, for the question I know you have been dying to ask: Team Jacob or Team Edward?
Well, who says a girl has to choose?
Like Bella, I'll take them both.
Because that, dear friends, is what fantasy is all about :-)
It physically hurts me to be one of the crowd, but I can admit that I am, in fact, a Twi-hard (the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, right?)
When Kat first suggested I borrow her copy of Twilight, I scoffed.
"I don't do Vampires" I said condescendingly.
Inevitably, I took her copy, only for the fact that I was 7 months pregnant with nothing to read at work. My job, my life had become painfully slow waiting for the arrival of Oliver. I needed something to help pass
the time.I have to admit, I wasn't a fan of Twilight after the first book. I read the second only because Kat had it on hand and I was mildly curious as to where the story would go. I wasn't even aware of the mania that had transpired over this book.
By the end of the second, I was hooked. I couldn't put it down and then, when I finished it, with tears running down my hormonal face, I waddled to Target the second it opened and bought the third. I read this book at work, at home, even in the car with friends. It got to the point where I thought R,A & A were going to have to do a Twilight intervention.
The 4th was much the same. I read that 800-odd page book in a day and a half I believe. I'm just thankful I started the series before Oliver was born, otherwise, well, he might not be as well taken care of.
But you see, these books mean more to me than just a series I obsess about. I don't adore Robert Pattinson (although, at the Big Wicked, there was a guy dressed up as Edward and I almost squealed. Almost.) These books, then and now, provide me with an escape from everyday life. I still read them on a constant rotation and even though I know the books by heart, I find comfort in knowing they wait for me at the end of the day.
The other night, laying in bed, me immersed in Eclipse for the 100th time, Anth leaned over and started talking about fixing our electrical issues or something like that. I held up one finger and said, "We don't talk about life when I am reading Twilight"
When I was pregnant, the Twilight series became a life saver. Something akin to the feelings of falling in love all over again, it was what I felt as I fell in love with the characters. Stephanie Meyer's writing isn't the best sometimes, but her characters and plots are utterly consuming.
And even now, they give me something to look forward to, a place to escape in my mind, where money worries, dog hair, the constant demands of being a working wife and mother, well, don't exist. All I have to worry about (and envy) is Bella's love triangle and the constant danger she puts herself in.
Something about the mood of the books inspire something in me. I started penning another story that has nothing to do with vampires, werewolves or hapless females, yet the mood of the Twilight saga follows me.
You make think me lame but I can't deny how these books have affected my life. Even reconnecting me with an old friend, Brandi. We met for the first time in years to see the first movie and ever since have been talking, visiting more. It provided a common area when our lives seemed so different. Finding out, after taking a closer look, we have more in common than I could ever imagine and the physical distance between us doesn't seem so important anymore. At the last premiere I was pregnant and at New Moon she'll be the pregnant one. Its a nice tradition we set, our dates to the movie premieres. Anthony is not allowed to come with me due to his constant mocking. And I couldn't take any kind of criticism. Criticism is not allowed in that world.
So New Moon is coming out in a few weeks and I could go on and on about how excited I am except that I'm a little embarrassed about my enthusiasm. It's nice though, to have something to look forward to, something that makes you feel 13 again even if your bordering 25.
So, I'm thankful for the Twilight Saga for allowing me a place to escape where hunky werewolves and rich handsome vampires fight over you, even if, in reality, you are seven months pregnant and big as a house. For creating a reality so vastly different from my own. And for rekindling a friendship that has proven to be a highlight in my hum-drum life.
Now, for the question I know you have been dying to ask: Team Jacob or Team Edward?
Well, who says a girl has to choose?
Like Bella, I'll take them both.
Because that, dear friends, is what fantasy is all about :-)
PS: The pictures I added are from Twilightbarbies.com. I had to add them, because even as a Twi-hard, I can't help but laugh at how ridiculously lame and absurd these pictures are. I just didn't want anyone to think I added these pictures seriously :-)
4 comments:
i laughed my way through this...only because I think i am the only human on the face of the planet who has not become obsessed with this! :) but I do understand what you mean as a way of escape! i am soooo thankful for my new found love of blogging! helps me have an out and make sense of all the jumbledness my babies add to my life! haha! there is a crazy thankful from me! i am a dork too!
blake
I totally do this with gilmore girls. when the rain starts in portland, out comes the boxed set.
Gilmore Girls was my comfort for years until I started reading. I'm sure I'll make my way back there again. That show is always so cheery...pushes the bad world right out of my head :-)
HAHA it sounds like I just learned just to read...you know what I mean
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