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What I was thinking was, my eight year-old daughter is going to get half-way through the second chapter of this Twilight book and realize it is a sappy, teenage romance novel. (Which I totally dug, by the way. Like, super nutso, I-have-to-get-my-hands-on-the-next-book-as-soon-as-I-finish-this-one dug it. Not exactly a Twi-mom, but close. Too close.) Upon that realization, I was sure-- completely sure, as a matter of fact-- the book would be once again safely tucked away in the box from whence it came.
Weeellllll... yeah, no such luck, folks. Birdie is completely hooked. Hooked and racing around the elementary school, making recommendations to every grown-up and older student that she can find. And as for her own classmates, instead of recommending it to them, she is telling them that "parental guidance is suggested for the content of this novel, which means you should ask your mom if you can read it first." Go ahead and roll your eyes. I did. It seems I have created another raging Twi-hard.