One of my friends made a big deal about the book sometime last year so when I was at her house I picked it up and attempted to read it. I got to the second page and narrator was still blabbering on about moving houses and divorce and the air. I was beginning to wonder: is this a fictitious story or is this some poor, lonely woman's childhood memories?
Anyways I put the book down and vowed never to read it. To be honest, number one: this is a crappy excuse for a romance novel with a twist; there's no real sex scenes in there, not that I've heard of anyways. The vampire is completely unrealistic, I mean what vampire stays put and <i>goes to school</i>? The whole love affair between Damsel in distress and hero is an over used, trite storyline which some authors can make work through changing the plot, but Stephanie Meyer obviously cannot do because I doubt she finished secondary education. The lead female character brings a bad name to all women in the world and any stupid 13 year old, pubescent horny girl who wants to be like her should probably go and seek mental help.
I'm not saying I'm anti vampire, because I love Anne Rice novels, although even she gets carried away in her descriptions, but at least she describes interesting things like New Orleans of the 1700's and Paris, NOT the stuffy Arizona climate. Oh how my imagination soars with her [Stephanie Meyer's] intricate words.
I'm not going to make a comparison between a seasoned writer and someone who wishes to start a trend. I mean, I made the mistake of going into borders to buy a Paulo Coelho book yesterday and what greeted me was this:
Main Entrance: A book table full of the Twilight series and Robert Pattinson's face.
Stair Case: Posters of Twilight bullshit
Second floor: A wall dedicated to twilight, the DVD, the sound track, the books, Robert Pattinson and that other chick.
More Second floor: More book shelves, more table stands filled entirely with propaganda.
Back down stairs, at the check out: behind the counter there's probably 3x10 rows stacked 12 high of the book and I hear some girl oohing so I turn around to look over the low barrier that separates the customer from the rest of the shop and what do I see? Why the ENTIRE barrier is filled full of Twilight crap.
Every time I go there I make sure to speak loudly and bitch about how if my life sucked, Twilight would make me suicidal and how it makes me want to gauge out my eyes and never read again.
Look I probably wouldn't hate Twilight with such a fierce passion if it wasn't such a piece of propaganda bullshit used to brain wash little girls into believing that if you decide to battle a demon from the underworld, your friendly neighborhood vampire will come and save you, eventually fall in love with you and you will end up popping out his offspring which are also vampires. Also he's going to live forever and watch you wither away and die. Oh true love!
Twilight is a load of shit. It's badly written and people who read it are mostly emo fucks who tend to wear lots of black, wish they were goth, have no piercings (because they're 13 year old losers) and sit in big congregations of loserdome at lunchtime, CRYING because the idiot vampire saved the idiot girl who decided to do something stupid, yet again!
Also, what kind a name is Edward Cullen for a vampire? <i> Cullen?</i> Doesn't it make you think of a colonoscopy? Well it does me. Or it makes me think of a ladle. Seriously, out of all the uncreative names, she had to go and pick the worse. It's worse than Harry Potter! HE'S A VAMPIRE! TRADITIONALLY VAMPIRES DON'T HAVE BORING NAMES YOU STUPID WOMAN!