Twilight-- more evidence I'm headed for a midlife crisis
I'm in love with a vampire. And like a deranged 17-year-old, I just wish he'd bite me on the neck.
Last week, I read 1,100 pages in two days just so I could finish "Twilight" and "New Moon," the first two books in the Twilight series. My verdict: the books were overwritten, funny where I'm not sure the author intended comedy and send a bad message to teenage girls.
Though I could see all the faults with the books, I couldn't help it-- I KEPT reading. My eyes blurred. My sides ached from laughing in all the wrong places. My brain ached for MORE. I wanted to fly through the forest on the back of a vampire and hold really still for a kiss.
My theory behind this obsession with the book is that I think I dated "Edward" in high school and college and I think I obsessed over him as much as Bella. Edward was the never fully attainable bad boy who always left me thirsty for more. How many times did I make this heartbreaking mistake? Unfortunately the author seems to have forgotten Edward is indeed dangerous in "New Moon," which is my biggest beef with the series. Part of the sex appeal to the book was the tension-- how DO you LOVE a vampire? I never felt like he'd lose it and turn her into a happy meal. It turned all Harlequin on me-- I hate romance novels.
Maybe I keep reading because I hope Bella will grow up and figure out life should never revolve around one person? But alas it's more probable the author will do the predictable and turn her into a vampire. I wish she'd get it over with. then Bella could turn super hero on us and the books could turn interesting again.
Anyway, if you've read the books, give me your theory-- why are they so popular and why can't I put them down-- though I really don't like them?