1.0Soft Sensibilitieshttps://kimberlypearl.co/blogKimberlyhttps://kimberlypearl.co/blog/author/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="fCtQuQOO1t"><a href="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/twilight/">Twilight</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/twilight/embed/#?secret=fCtQuQOO1t" width="600" height="338" title="“Twilight” — Soft Sensibilities" data-secret="fCtQuQOO1t" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> Just the word itself can instigate a lively conversation to come; girls’ voices getting high pitched from excitement in gushing how much they love this book. And then, inevitably, Edward Cullen comes into the discussion and the orgasmic screams, stifled under sighs and longing and lusting and a thousand nights’ worth of dreams of being bitten by the sexy vampire is well, unavoidable. It’s just a bit hilarious to watch. I had, finally, succumbed. I had seen the book, a couple years before its rise to fame in an ad in some magazine. I actually did find it interesting upon reading the synopsis, but seemed to have put it in the back of my mind. And it did come back to haunt me, in the form of these die-hard Cullen fans (I do love Jacob too). I finished the first book, and am in the midst of the second. The plot and storyline was lovely as they all said. The writing, I must admit, was a bit immature. But nonetheless, that aside, makes me wish I could meet a boy like Edward Cullen. Or Jacob Black. I loved InStyle’s spread of the Twilight cast, so immaculately dressed, channeling a dark,…http://lacouturiernyc.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/twilight-cast.jpg