Back from the UK and suddenly an Edward-ophile?

Hello, all! I am home again and nicely settled back in with my clamoring young ones and husband at my side. :) I am now completely and totally excited about our impending move to England and am having a hard time not imagining myself wandering through ancient green forests and baking up homemade pasties in a lovely green marble-clad kitchen....

Oh, yeah, and trying to to figure out how I could make love to a vampire whose penis is probably about as cold and hard as the marble rolling pin that I would normally use to roll out that pastry dough.

Huh?!? Wha???!!!



I knew I would be in trouble when I packed it. Heck, I KNEW I would be in trouble when I bought it. Did that stop me? No-ooooo. I started reading Twilight on Wednesday, after my husband headed home for the States. Thursday afternoon found me at a local bookstore buying Eclipse and Full Moon (lucky me: two for one sale!). I am, as usual, sucked into a great and fun story. No matter that I have found at least four typos/errors in the writing (in the third book alone!? (C'mon, editors!!) No matter that the characters' motivations seem pretty wildly off-base (to serve the plot line, not character development?) at times. And even with some eye-rolling over a few ridiculously awkward dialog moments. No matter at all! I am always a sucker for great, rollicking tales. And it is an extra perk when they involve incredibly handsome, eternally youthful dangerous types that cause any (ok, my) heart to race a bit and remember what it was like to be 19 and totally hormonally revved and ready to go. (Edward Cullen may have just superseded my delicious fondness for Jordan Catalano. ~Rawr.~)

Warning: Tangent!! I'm not saying that I don't find my hubby sexy, because he definitely still makes my socks go up and down, as they say. ;-) (And the fire we had way back when is one of the reasons I fell in love.)

....But *that feeling* as a 36-year-old mother is definitely not the same as the nuclear reaction that took place every time a certain bad-for-me, met-in-Alaska, sexy-rocker-type guy came within air-stirring distance from me when I was 19. Seriously, I think my temperature ran at about 100-degrees during the brief time we were together. It is strange how sometimes that chemical reaction that happens with another person (love at first sight? primordial pheromones? magic?) can be so intense. I definitely don't equate that kind of heat with true love or lasting love....though it would be nice. Maybe. I can't help but think it would be too exhausting to live in that kind of state of anticipation, charged sexuality, incendiary volatility....

You know what I mean, right? What do you all think? This post isn't really about much, but Edward Cullen definitely has me reminiscing about being young and lusty and newly in love. And in a relationship that no matter how much we may have loved/lusted each other at the time, there was no way that it could work. The word "untenable" leaps to mind. :-\ And how much did that factor work into the intensity of feeling? Would it have mattered? (It certainly didn't for the first four hours of my doomed romance- which was about how long we had before I knew I was in big trouble. *sigh*)

p.s. I'm still not done with the third Twilight book and not into the last one... so please NO SPOILERS! :) Thanks!