Books...

Oh there should be more posts about books, I know. I should be reading more and saying lots and lots about those books that I am reading. I haven't been in the mood to read. And maybe with all my goals and my focus upon writing my own story, I've just let the reading go. A time and a season, I suppose, a time and a season.

So last night, speaking of books, I went to see Breaking Dawn with my girls. It was so hokey! And really actually kind of inappropriate.

But I've been thinking a lot about the Twilight series, and wondering why it is that I like it so much. There is a small piece of me that thinks I shouldn't like it because it glorifies a romantic fantasy that is not only unreal but dangerous. It isn't healthy to be soooo uber obsessive about love. And really what Edward and Bella have is lust, not love.

Then there is that other side of me...the one that says "Shut up! Who are you, anyway? Gloria Steinem." No disrespect, Ms. Steinem. You're amazing and, in my humble opinion, a real humanitarian. No, it's just this other side of me remembers what it is to be in loooooooove with someone. The first stages of crushing and finding yourself twitterpated are, well quite frankly, divine. And that's the only way I can describe it.

It feels like a conflict of interest is what it does. The one side telling me that it's entirely ri.dic.u.lous. The other side singing "Isn't it romantic!"

But the movie is another story, and I'm going to say that I didn't love it at all. And in fact, it was poorly made, and I think they could have done better.

The end.