So I'm going to be 35, celebrating on Nov 16 - no doubt celebrating by going to see New Moon with a bunch of my other love crazed aging friends.
You see, this series is not just for teens, tweens or what have you, but it's for me, us... us forgotten women. We are the married ones, with kids. Here we are living the dream and doing what we set out to do in our lives, yet we desire, or better yet - dare to be desired. Hence our compassion towards this loving relationship between two individuals.
They didn't have to include vampires and werewolves, it could have been a trailer park gal and a circus boy - but it is the romance that we lack that is so desireable. Our husbands, no doubt have their own version of what they are lacking I'm sure - but I'll be selfish and write from my point of view.
Is it so wrong of us to look at these young men and say..."wow.... he is so hot"? NOPE. Don't feel sorry for us, we may feel sorry for ourselves until our kids say things like "you are my bestest friend ever" or "mom, how come I can't have boobies like you?" and then we love our lives again.
To escape our hectic who am I? lifestyles, we inject ourselves with this heroine so that we may thrive in our every day lives. I sit on my love seat, with the television blasting for a short show the kids have demanded, absorbing every word in these series of vampire books like a sponge sitting in the dessert.
Yes I'd love to see these young actors in person whom fill my head with fantasies that would make a teen blush, but hey.... a girl can dream.
...this girl is a better mom because of Twilight.