Granted, you'll not see a review of Twilight, or any of the following titles in that series, here anytime soon, though there is a review of the first Harry Potter novel somewhere deep in the bowels of the EWN. There's not enough time in the day to read all the books I want to get to, which frequently leaves titles that might be considered more genre on the outside. To tell the truth, they're really not on my radar either. For the most part, somewhere along the line, my own tastes skewed toward that difficult to define genre of literary.
However, there are a few mystery writers that set their series' up in the Detroit, or SE Michigan, area, and I'm more than happy to fall into their storytelling webs. I've also read a few of Lauren Baratz-Logsted's titles and though the covers were pink, found them very entertaining. Somewhere in the basement is a box of Frank Herbert books that I scoured used stores for in high school and college.
The important thing to me is that people are reading. And while I don't know that it's been proven that marijuana is a gateway drug, I have at least one case of anecdotal evidence that getting caught up in the romance of Edward and Bella can lead to reading what I'll call meatier material.
A year ago if I pressed a book into my 11 year old daughter's hands she'd refuse to clamp them shut, allowing said title to hit the floor. Then she heard about Twilight, and plowed through it. Then came New Moon which was longer but plowed through even quicker. Then books III and IV in the series, again both longer (a trend noticed, I believe this occured with J.K. Rowling and the Harry Potter books as well) and ripped through with glee. Between the beginning of the school year last August and December, I believe she read these four titles 13 times each. That's some 2500 plus pages, 13 times, over the course of less than 5 months.
Of course there were others at school reading the books, and talking with her about them, and then one of them was reading some other title, something her sister read and loved and, eventually, my daughter finally read something that didn't have Stephenie Meyer's name on the cover. And then something else. And it turned out that she'd fallen in love with reading, not just with Twilight and Edward and Bella and the whole gang that Meyer had created.
Her school had a reading contest for a month near the end of school and she ended up reading more pages than anybody during that time period - by a rather ridiculous total, ridiculous enough that the librarian questioned her on some of the books she'd "claimed" to have read. During this little span, where she read just under 2700 pages, along with some YA titles, she also happened to read Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, and Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights. As summer has hit, the first thing on the list of purchases is an omnibus of Jane Austen's novels.
Would all of this have come to play had she not discovered Twilight and its counterparts? I have no idea. But this is one accused elitist reader that will not have any disparaging remarks for said series.