Recently I was standing in the office listening to the gals talk about Twilight. “What book is this? By whom?” I asked. They all looked at me like I had just turned orange with green polka dots. “What other book is there - Twilight, by Stephanie Meyers, of course. You haven’t read the BOOK?!?” “No,” I said lamely. There was an audible gasp in the room. “OMG! It’s about a love affair between a teenaged girl and a handsome vampire. You’ve GOT to read it!” Then someone handed me the BOOK and everything started to go black…
Fast forward two weeks and the fog had started to lift. I realized my children hadn’t had a bath in a while, and they were tired of peanut butter sandwiches for dinner. My husband was out of clean clothes and starting to grumble. But what a BOOK! I had read the whole Twilight series and was looking for more, craving more. I was going through withdrawals. I’d read the whole series compulsively, one of the few times in my life I couldn’t stop reading. Every one else in the office was reading the series as well, so it had been necessary to beg, borrow and practically steal all the books, as it simply would not do to finish one and not have the next. At one point I had three copies of the same book squirreled away just in case.
Yesterday, I was walking down the hallway when I saw a co-worker stumble towards me. Her hair was rumpled, and her eyes were glazed over. As she passed me I saw her clutching a tattered copyand heard her mumble something about needing the next book. I smiled knowingly and patted her gently on the back. “Don’t worry, the movie comes out November 21st .”