Ok, I can just hear some of you totally losing respect for me on the spot but hear me out.
I am one of the millions that have gotten sucked into the Twilight book series. I am not proud. I am not going to try and argue the literary merit of books, cause let's face it, 50 years from now the Meyer estate will be lucky if the social phenomenon (much less the books themselves) are noted in history.
What I will say is Stephanie Meyer wrote some serious literary candy, made me read 4 somewhat lengthy books in record time, and probably tricked some little tweens out there into reading Romeo and Juliet and/or Wuthering Heights. So good for her. But this is only tangential to where I want to go with this post.
This is my husband's Kindle. You know, the one he took with him on the sub when it was going out for sea trials.
I can tell you that he hasn't read Moby Dick, that download was just a decoy. The decoy didn't work. He was still given an endless amount of shit by all the other members of the crew.
This is why I married the guy. He never fails to surprise or amuse me.
I started reading the books back in March of '09. I remember the month I started reading them (and plowed through them faster than I thought I would)because it was right before Nick relocated from Seattle to San Diego. I wasn't able to make the same move until three months later, so yes, I was looking for a little escapist literature. And if you didn't know, Nick and I were high school sweethearts (pause for obligatory "awwww"...I know, it's cute, whatever). So both of us have a soft spot for high school themed crap. On top of that I am on a constant mission to try and get Nick to read, cause the guy just doesn't and it makes me sad. So, after I finished the first installment I was all like, "Nick, I can't tell if you would love this or hate it so just read the first chapter." This was the last we discussed Twilight....Until a couple weeks later, after he left with the boat. Then, I started getting emails from him while he was underway, talking about the characters in the book as if he were 15 and they were kids in his class. So crazy!
Now it's become like this bizarre bonding activity for us. He'll make some reference to the books out of the blue (most likely just to get chuckle out of me). And I will look at him sideways and all squinty-eyed and say, "Really? That is really where your mind goes when you hear this Killers song?" And in return I didn't have to drag him kicking and screaming to the midnight showing of New Moon. (Oh, yeah, we are also avid people watchers and there is no better place to people watch than a midnight showing of some super hyped premier.) We ordered tickets at the giant screen theater in Charleston, got a six-pack of beer at the concession stand, and sat back to watch all the people crazier than we were. Great fun.
One of my more favorite moments happened last month when we went down to Target to procure our copy of New Moon....don't judge.....they are great movies to pop on while multi-tasking like a champ, plus we have developed drinking games around them (if you like I will post the rules later). Target had conveniently placed several copies of the movie at the register. Standing next to the display in line was some poor schmuck of a guy, clearly picking up a copy for his wife, girlfriend, niece, neighbor he wants to hook up with, or what have you. Nick spots this guy and remembers that I am with him, so he has a scapegoat. He shoots me a knowing look and quite firmly says, "Well go grab it, I'm not going to." I roll my eyes and move the three feet over to the display and right as I start to stretch my arm out to grab the movie I hear another harsh, panicked whisper behind me, "Make sure to get the blu-ray!" Which didn't help his cause as I immediately doubled over laughing at that comment. Man, I adore that guy.