Fictional Man... Real Hopes

For all you who haven't read the Twilight series I either have EXTREME pity for you in having never met dear Edward, or extreme relief on your behalf, that you will never feel the pain in realizing that Edward... is... FICTIONAL. *sigh* (so sad... so very very sad.)

My newest literary fascination began about a month ago... maybe less... when the UofA bookstore had a sale on all the New York Times bestsellers of 2008 and any books related to them. Since I had been home most of the women I love and respect asked me what I thought of the Twilight phenomenon, knowing my constant bookworm status, and most were astonished not only to see that I hadn't read the books but, at first, that I had never even heard of them. Now, I am not one for fads, in fact, I try to avoid them. Something my nature compels me to run against the grain... constantly, so when I heard of the popularity of these books I was not more interested in them, if anything I was slightly repulsed, and the summaries I was getting from people weren't helpful either.

"Well... it's about this girl who falls in love with a vampire, but he's not a normal vampire, he's a good vampire. And he has special powers, each vampire has a special power. And the book is about their love."...riiiight. "You know, Liz, now that I think about it sounds really silly, but I promise, it is such a good book. You should read it."

This was the review I received repeatedly until, like I mentioned, the UA bookstore had a sale and I finally felt compelled to buy the Oh-So-Popular books. Just as I bought them another girl in the college of science bought them as well, and when she saw the book in my bag she asked me if I was completely in love with Edward yet. I must have given her the stare-down of the century, but she just laughed and asked what page I was on, knowing that in a few hundred pages I would soon mirror her love of this fictional man.

So now I am a woman possessed. Having taken a year to be "single" I am now finding my vow difficult. ulgh. Still, though this novel has made my senior year just that bit more difficult, it is good in that I feel that in my recent male choices I have "settled". Don't get me wrong, please, the guys I have dated/been in relationships with during my college career have been nothing short of amazing, but I haven't had that kick in the stomach, shoot for the stars, World Series over the fence kinda feeling. And I suppose I shouldn't date again until I get that.