Big Apple Angie, November 2008
Last year I mocked Twilight and the people who love it. Now? Well, my name is Big Apple Angie, and I’m…. a Twihard.
Since last year’s impassioned anti-teen vampire rant, I’ve been dazzled by the Twilight saga. I read the first book en route to Hawaii for Thanksgiving last year, mulled it over for a few days while tooling around Kauai with my brother, then forced him to go see the movie with me one rainy Hawaiian afternoon. When I went to Florida for Christmas a few weeks later, I made a cosy little nook in my sister’s room with my old Papasan chair and some gauzy bed netting and devoured New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn in about a week.
Now, in an abrupt departure from my former position on angsty teen vampire love, I have an "I heart boys who sparkle" sticker at my desk and a "Vampires? I know, right?!" T-shirt that I wear to bed sometimes. When RaeRae was visiting this summer, Robert Pattinson was shooting a movie in Central Park. To surprise her one day, I said we were going to lunch when really we were off to stalk R-Patz in all his vampire glory. GLORY. Even though I told Rae I’d smack her if she squealed or cried when he came out, even I had to suppress my inner Bella Swan to hold it together when he alighted all sparkly and supernatural from his trailer.
Edward: And so the lion fell in love with the lamb ...
Bella: Stupid lamb.
Edward: Sick, masochistic lion.