I do not believe in mythical creatures or boogiemen, but I have been enthralled by vampires since as far back as when Dark Shadows was the hot soap opera. I remember my dad read Salem’s Lot by Stephen King when I was in the third grade. He would share a chapter with us each night at dinner (to my mom's horror), and I would retell the telling with a few embellishments the next day in the cafeteria for my friends. I was quite the hit for a couple of weeks. Bram Stoker’s Dracula was a favorite read. My high school friends and I squealed throughout Fright Night. Buffy and Angel…enough said. Blade was not one of my favorites but I still watched…and secretly cheered for Deacon (Stephen Dorff). Underworld brought sexy back.
I mention all this only to preface that a new breed of vampire lovers has been born. I suppose it could be genetic and they didn't have a choice. But I cannot take all of the credit, Edward gets most of it. My obsession has reached new levels thanks to him and all of his sparkling undeadness. That blasted Twilight series, which consumed my life for a few weeks in November, has infected the girls. In keeping with tradition I am sharing the story (all four books) with painstaking detail. And, tonight we are going to watch the movie.
OK, I admit the Cullen family is pretty tame as far as vampires go, but I don't think the girls are quite ready for Mr. Barlow.
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