Twilight

Today at the farmer's market, I bought a bar of soap called "Bella's Delight." It seems that my favorite local soapmaker has finally let herself sink into the Twilight mire. A couple of years ago, I read the whole saga without coming up for air. The books were poorly written and most of the characters seemed wooden. I thought that Edward, the dreamboat, was arrogant and controlling, and I thought Bella was a fool with a martyr complex. Still, I can’t deny that I continue to genuinely enjoy the whole Twilight experience and it’s something I’ve given a lot of thought to. And I think that’s because of the fantasy, not just of being an immortal teenager, but a teenager in love. We all probably had that first, messy liaison when we still had all the juice we would ever have, and all of it mostly aimed at that other teenager. All of those opiate love chemicals and all the colors and sounds more vibrant too. And now, having lost so much moisture to the natural maturing process, it feels good to remember those desperate times when things were such a big deal, and to hear a story in which things really do matter that much, and the dreamboat turns out to be Bella’s true love, rather than just an past embarrassment.