Friday, February 13, 2009

Like most of the world I have been reading these books after the movie came out... ok like most of the world under 21.  I have enjoyed the books so far but they always leave me with a slight depressed feeling.  I have read the first three and the same feeling came after each.  Mrs. Meyer has received much acclaim for her not using sex in teen books.  Being Latter Day (LDS) in faith the fact that her characters are waiting until after marriage to have sex should not have been a big surprise for readers... it was not for me... (Thanks to dating Rebecca Kriser for a few years in High School)  I found the lack of sex refreshing in these books.  

So why do I still feel a little down after each one?  Most likely it is because unlike the real world were divorce is apart of most families and most marriages are arranged for power, wealth, or some other gain, Mrs. Meyer's LDS flavored world is full of true love and the hardest choices are choosing between two true loves.  I know, that was a bit harsh.  Her books are good reads, and I will read them all.  

Now, when I read them I will keep in mind that they are after all fiction.  As much as we all wish for such things to be real... true love not vampires... it is still just fiction.  Not even good little LDS girls and boys will find what Mrs. Meyer is selling in the real world... unless they buy one of her books.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Well the conference is over.  It was a good time.  Seeing all my long distance co-workers and friends is always good.  ...The city, was sad and dirty.  It was no more dirty than I remembered it being 20 years ago, but I have changed.  There did seem to be more Pan-handlers on the streets.  That fact could have been due to our timing...the week before Mardi Gras.  The same vague feeling of being in danger was there as always... part of the adventure.  I did not visit my old bar hang-outs... maybe in March with the next conference.

I think I have changed not New Orleans, and that is also sad.  We all must change to grow up, and something is always left behind.