
I think I came to "Twilight" the same way I came to the "Harry Potter" series: kids my friend babysat were reading them. And if the kids were absorbed, reading under blankets with flashlights long after bedtime, exchanging paperbacks in school like covert lunch trades, the books had to be good, right? Soon after I acquired my own library copy of Stephenie Meyer's first vampire book, that anticipation turned to dread.
Oh no. What were we teaching the children?