I heard about the Twilight Saga a year or so ago. You would have to live under a rock (or a coffin! ba-da-dum) to have missed the collective sigh from teen-aged girls across the world. What surprised me was that in that sigh I could also hear the moans of women, particularly mothers, in their 30s.
My first encounter with a vocal “Twilight Mom” happened last year during Mikey’s Thanksgiving feast at preschool. The movie was set to release that night and she was positively apoplectic with anticipation. She was helping my friend, Judi, and I set the table for 37 walking petri dishes when she burst.
“I just, I just, I just can’t even wait. Are you Twilight fans?” The last sentence came out in a heady rush.
“No, can’t say that I am. I haven’t read any of the books.” I couldn’t keep the smug tone out of my voice. Hah! You won’t catch me making such a stay-at-home-mom move like that. Never.
“The movie tickets go on sale tonight and my friends and I are going to stand in line. I was hoping I could just talk to some people about the series until then. I just love it so much…”
A paper napkin slipped from my fingers and fluttered slowly to the knee-high table before me. Judi and I shared a glance that said this woman might be one taco short of a combo plate. I couldn’t resist playing a little bit with the crazy.
“I don’t really get the appeal. So, like, it’s about a 100+ year old vampire having sex with a teenager?”
Twilight Mom gasped. “Oh no! Edward would never do that. He’s a perfect gentleman.”
Okay. Done playing with crazy. I have a personal rule against antagonizing strangers who defend paper characters as real, living, people. I call it The Rule of 5150, and I employed it immediately.
Months went by, and I continued to hear testimonies from devoted fans. I was starting to lose my patience. Mainly because I knew I would eventually have to read at least the first book because, petulant child that I am, I hate to be on the outside of a conversation. I decided last Tuesday to pick up the first book and see what all the fuss was about.
On Sunday I finished book 4 and the draft of book 5 you can find on Stephanie Meyer’s website. Then I watched the movie.
My metamorphosis into suburban stay-at-home-mom is almost complete. Next week I am going to buy wedge flip-flops and capri pants.