Goddess, I Am.

It wasn’t without sadness and a lot of regret that I finally put down the last book of the Twilight saga – sadness because I will miss the Cullens a lot, and regret because I could’ve slowed down a bit more just to make the experience last a little bit longer. (Truth be told, I would’ve finished all 4 books 3 weeks ago, but I’m the model of self-control.) I got way too attached to the characters, as what usually happens when I read a series, so now I have to start learning to live in the real world again. It’s a lot like losing friends, even family, and that’s always a hard thing. In this case, it’s a lot harder because I’ve always been enthralled by vampires.

My passion for vampire lore probably started when I was an impressionable youth collecting Christopher Pike’s The Last Vampire series, to the days when I spent hours upon hours contemplating The Vampire Chronicles of Anne Rice. They have always fascinated me. And beyond fascination, I’ve always really and truly believed with all my heart that they do walk the Earth in some form or another. After all, life is no good at all if we can’t believe in a little magic every now and again. I would say that I’ve met many vampires in the past (characters that I’ve come to know and love from the pages of books – Sita, Lestat, Marius, Armand, to name just a few), but it was the Cullens who best personified what I’ve always believed vampires to be like.

I wouldn’t say that the Twilight saga is the best thing I’ve ever read (that distinction still goes to Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides – fantastic writing!), but I can honestly say that it’s one of the best stories that have ever been told. It was one hell of a ride, from the swoon-worthy moments of Twilight to the awe of New Moon through the thrill of Eclipse to the poignancy (and corniness) of Breaking Dawn. One day very, very soon, I’ll be ready to take that ride again, but, for now, I’ll keep the Cullens in that space between waking and dreaming where they belong (and the bookshelf next to one of Steve’s tv stands).

Tags: Anne Rice, Christopher Pike, Jeffrey Eugenides, New Moon

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