By Nicole

Since the theme is gift, and I am barely dragging today, I am going to do one of my favorite, sketchy things (which I might blog about separately later) and that is "re-gift".  This is a re-gift of a blog post from August 2009 about a gift I was given by one of my best friends.  She came up here to visit during the Summer of 2009 and was appalled that I hadn't even tried to read Twilight yet.  So she bought me a copy at one of the Twilights stores in town.  Please don't tell her what I am about to share with you... So, it might be of note to admit to everyone that I am from Forks. A town that, until recently, was entirely unknown to everyone but loggers and hippies. A town now made famous by a woman who had never set foot on the Olympic Peninsula, but who wanted to write a book about vampires and werewolves traipsing around the darkest, rainiest and gloomiest corner of the United States. And now here we are. Twilight is everywhere. Twilight has entire...

So, it might be of note to admit to everyone that I am from Forks. A town that, until recently, was entirely unknown to everyone but loggers and hippies. A town now made famous by a woman who had never set foot on the Olympic Peninsula, but who wanted to write a book about vampires and werewolves traipsing around the darkest, rainiest and gloomiest corner of the United States.  And now here we are. Twilight is everywhere. Twilight has entirely changed the face of my town. And, I hate to admit it, has kept businesses open and brought a boost to an economy that has long been struggling. Twilight may well be keeping our town alive during this recession. So, I hate to admit it...and I also hate jumping on bandwagons. I resist fads and frenzies and going with the flow. Up until a month ago, I would never have dreamed of actually reading Twilight. I would much rather remain ignorant and decipher what I could from the endless lines of giggling tweens and giddy twenty, thirty and forty-so...