
Oh the Twilight fans… they are a crazy bunch. I know, I’m one of them. The series is probably one of the most obsessive things you can ever find yourself caught up in. A lot of people compare the book series to Harry Potter. I understand how offensive this statement can be to Harry Potter fans, but please allow me to explain.
There is something that happens when you are reading the Harry Potter series. To quote Twilight, “It’s like your own personal brand of heroine.” You read until the late hours of the night and any spare moment you can find. The second that you are forced to put the book down, whether it be for something else that demands your attention or sleep, all you can think about is when you can pick the book up again. I had this experience reading both the Harry Potter and Twilight series.
I wanted to share a personal experience that I had over a year ago when reading the second book in the series, New Moon. Below is what I had written about my “ordeal” a day after in had taken place:
While I was on my break yesterday, I picked up New Moon and dived right in. Right when it got to the REALLY good stuff, my break was over and the book had to be put on hold. I spent the remainder of my day anxiously awaiting a time when I could read once again. I found it very difficult to even read scripts for work, as my mind was only focused on one thing. I was 139 pages short of the finish line. I was very aware that I could finish the book the second I got home and had every intention of doing so.
On my drive home, ALL I could think about was how happy I would be the second I could get into my comfy pants, crawl into bed, and surrender myself to the world of vampires and werewolves once again.
I also realized that I would need a Eclipse soon. I stopped into Target and found Eclipse without any trouble at all. I skipped over to the register knowing that I would content for at least another 4 days or so until I had to buy Breaking Dawn.
I walk back to my car, elated. I take my shiny new copy of Eclipse and open my bag to put it in it’s rightful place, next to New Moon.
I was horrified. New Moon was nowhere to be found.
In disbelief, I called my boss and asked him if I had left my book at work. Sure enough, it was sitting right next to my desk, in Sherman Oaks, 35 miles away. My boss said to me, “No worries, you’ll be reunited with it tomorrow.” I agreed and hung up the phone.
Immediately after that moment, it was quite apparent that it wasn’t okay. I was very disappointed as I had been looking forward to my final moments with New Moon all day long.
I ran back into Target. Maybe they would have a paperback copy for cheap. I could buy it tonight and finish the book for a $10 penalty. There were no copies of New Moon to be found. I called the Borders in Simi Valley and Thousand Oaks. No luck there. I even contemplated driving all the way back to Sherman Oaks just to claim my property. I didn’t want to be patient…. not tonight.
My last ditch effort was my call to Barnes & Noble in Westlake. They had a copy and put it on hold for me. The last thing I wanted to do was drive to Westlake, but for the sake of finishing New Moon it would’ve been worth it.
Then lightning struck my brain and I made a phone call. My father works in Thousand Oaks, and should be getting off work soon. I called, more times than was needed, but my father wasn’t answering his phone…
I got a hold of him and franticly ask the favor. All he had to do was pick the book up and bring it home. All of the work was taken care of otherwise. My father laughed at me, rightfully so. I didn’t care though. Dave agreed. Partly because I am his only child and he loves me very much, also because he was very amused that I was going to such lengths just to read a book meant for 13 year-old girls.
I sat through an episode of the ill-fated Pushing Daisies. Ned was a fine distraction for the time being.
I stayed up until a little past 11:30pm reading.
Yes, I have a new love…
Stephanie Meyers, what the hell have you done to me?
Exactly, what had been done to me? It wasn’t a horrible thing either. It’s fact that they aren’t the best books ever written, but they are extremely addicting and the mythology is so strong you can’t help but love it.
So Summit figured out how to capitalize on the property and now Robert Pattison, Kristen Stewart, and Taylor Lautner are big stars, but that’s not why I want to give Stephanie Meyers some snaps…
The reality is, there are too many people out there (of all ages) who do not read enough. The trick is to find material that is engaging and makes you not want to put it down. I was an anti-reader my entire life until I read Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. Twilight is merely an example of one of those kinds of books. Regardless of “bad writing” I do feel that Stephanie Meyer should be celebrated for that fact alone.
For the record, that was an entirely true story.
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