I remember opening the first pages of Twilight and being instantly sucked into Stephanie Meyer's world of sympathetic vampires and heaving bosoms of high school girls. It was such a world, and yet when I remember the book, it's not the world I remember, but the feeling. People ask me occasionally what I love about Twilight, and I'm always quick to tell them: I believe that what Stephanie Meyer did was extraordinary: she somehow was able to pen that buzzy, delicious, infatuated feeling of high school love and pour it all over her readers, regardless of age. Twilight made girls swoon because they were able to step into Bella's shoes and fall head over feels with Edward Cullen. You may love the books or you may hate them, but you cannot argue that these books made women feel something very, very real. As an author, I think about this often: show, don't tell, but also . . . feel.
