Forks, Washington has made its way back into my imagination. I had no idea that Stephenie Meyer intended to re-imagine Twilight in celebration of its ten-year anniversary, but the twenty-one year old in me is screaming. I thought I was over the whole thing, even though I'll watch the first film with my Dad (who loves the movies, surprisingly) when I'm feeling nostalgic. Whenever I think about that time in my life, I have to admit it was an incredibly special time to watch something grow.
Regardless of everyones opinions, for or against, it's kind of not even about that. It's about celebrating anything that can make you feel that sense of wonder. How words can become a world, sprawling and luminous. How it made me feel so excited everyday. When I discovered it, I was at a writing crossroads, a junior Creative Writing major bored of stiff academic diatribes that only seemed to make me feel more inept. But Stephenie Meyer actually showed me that the writing process could be alive and fun and carry that same sparkle that comes with old fashioned girl talk at a sleepover. It gave me a glimpse of the Fall. How a person could hold you rapt--a masterpiece in a gallery.
I feel a little silly writing about this, knowing the frenzy that I both loved and hated once the films released. But this fangirling frenzy led me to wonderful friends and made me love storytelling again. I remember when it was just me in my room reading something I cherished. Any book that makes you cherish it...well that's something.
I've only just started reading Beau and Edythe's story but I'm excited to see this story in the context of two slightly different characters.
Have you read it yet? What did you think?