Throwing in the towel for Twilight

I’ve thrown in the towel.  I’ve caved.  I’ve borrowed Twilight from my local library.  At least I can still say that I’ve not read any Harry Potter books.

Honestly, I don’t know from whence my aversion stems.  Really!  I don’t fancy myself some highfalutin intellectual, but let’s note how self-conscious I was entering the Young Adult section at the library – rife with vampire, medieval lore and other fantasy.  My youth was spent reading the Brontes, the Anne of Green Gables series and Ayn Rand.  I dabbled a bit in the choose-your-own-adventure series and Stephen King but otherwise skirted the fantasy genre.

But you can’t call me close-minded.  I enjoyed most of the Harry Potter movies and the mass hysteria that is accompanying the releases of the Twilight movies either indicates mass appeal (and worthy of a dabble if only for curiosity’s sake) or a mass popularity trend (a compelling adolescent phenomena in which all we adults participated, be honest!).  So I’m falling down the rabbit hole and cracking open the first Twilight book tonight.  See you on the other side!

*  And thanks to Mel at What Am I Doing In Mexico? for suggesting Time of My Life by Allison Winn Scotch.  It sounds intriguing!  And I better read it soon because I have discovered rumors that it is being adapted for the big screen – a surefire way to ruin a good book – with a few exceptions.