


The Twilight phenomenon--four books and a movie--is running rampant at our house. Hardly a day goes by that smoldering vampire-boy, Edward Cullen, and his snack-sized girlfriend, Bella Swan, don’t come up in casual conversation. Me: “Eliza, what do you want for lunch?” Eliza: “Did you notice the cafe in the movie? It’s an exact replica of the coffee shop where Stephenie Meyer wrote Twilight on her laptop. In fact, that’s her, sitting at the counter!” The Pacific-Northwest has become enormously fascinating. And, over Thanksgiving dinner, we debated the question of whether you could donate a pint of blood to your vampire boyfriend every so often--just to keep him happy and avoid death. Call me crazy, but I took four teenagers to the midnight premiere of the movie last Thursday. Eliza went again on Thursday (Verdict: ”It’s SO much better the second time.”) I haven’t seen this much excitement since David Cassidy played the Richmond Coliseum in 1972. At least, that’s what I’ve heard...