Stephenie Meyer

This was written in 2011 and I decided to go ahead and publish it 8/13/19.

I have not been this passionate about a (new-to-me) author in a long time, but Stephenie Meyer is one of my favorites now. My son was given the Twilight paperback on Christmas Eve in 2007. He seemed embarrassed because the girls in the family were all commenting on how it was such a fantastic love story. He put the book down and didn't read it for a while.

I saw it in the same spot on his bedside table and dared myself to pick it up. My intention was to read through it out of curiosity. Not since Harry Potter had I heard such excitement from teenagers about a particular book. Well I ended up letting the urge pass me by. My son did read the book and when I questioned him about it he was intentionally monotone and vague. "Yeah, it was good." I could tell he was not going to give me any more of a reply, because it is a love story.

I finally read it and could not put it down. I read it until I fell asleep with the book beside my pillow. I could not wait to be finished with work to read the rest of it. I was sad when I finished it because I wanted to read more about Bella and Edward. I put the thought aside and had no idea there were fan sites for even women my age online. I would have enjoyed them while I was waiting on the other books to be published.