Kimberly Burger Capozzi: Confessions of a Recovering Twilight Addict

I am a 36-year-old mother of a 4 year-old boy, and I spent way too many hours last summer reading Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series; the best-selling, four-book romance between an extraordinary teenaged vampire and a dull teenaged human. That was the first sign that something was wrong: these books are about teenagers, for teenagers. I'm not even the mother of a teenager. But I became obsessed with the love story between underachiever Bella and perfect-vampire boyfriend Edward, squeezing in paragraphs while my son's tub filled during the day, feigning "headaches" when my husband returned home in the evening so I could steal off to my room for a full chapter of the pair's cuddling and meaningful glances. My husband jokingly offered one night to dress in a vampire costume to regain my attention, but I wasn't interested in a fling with the undead. As a stay-at-home mother who wonders if my chance to shine in a career has passed, I was hooked on the fantasy of being spotted by a brilliant, ... (link)