Anyone who really knows me knows that I am not one to wait anxiously for the next paranormal thriller to be published. I think that has to do with the fact that I come from practical stock that is grounded in reality. For me that is bizarre enough.
Recently, that all changed when we rented Twilight. I watched spell-bound. The movie was breathtakingly beautiful. The photography was like an art film and so compelling that at times I could feel the mist of the Olympic Peninsula. Now I must read the book. I can only hope that the achingly erotic, but actually chaste, movie will be evoked in writing as a part of the book rather than a cinematographer's creation.
What did I learn from this? We all tend to gravitate to what we think we like, hesitating to consider those things that are unfamiliar but from now on I will take chances and be more open when considering books and movies to enjoy. And, for this I say, thanks Stephanie Meyers.