"Twilight" is one of those books that reinforces my resolve to trust my gut when it comes to what I'm certain will disappoint me. At first, my skeptic"Twilight" is one of those books that reinforces my resolve to trust my gut when it comes to what I'm certain will disappoint me. At first, my skepticism was based solely on the superfluous hype that surrounded Meyer's debut novel. I wanted badly to be proven wrong, however, and ignored my better instincts by picking this title...Regret soon followed.
A fellow admirer of young-adult fiction recommended this to me, and with a movie in production, I thought it would be prudent to give this book a chance. I actually became eager to read it, but all of my enthusiasm was extinguished within the first 200 pages.
A modicum of interest is inspired when the main character, Bella, first returns to her childhood home in the rural, Northwest town of Forks. Meyer's got a knack for landscapes. In fact, she handles descriptions of landscapes better than she does the "beautiful" features of her main characters. Perhaps travel writing would suit her better...as long as her ass steers clear of Transylvania, I think we'll be good.
Repetition and a lack of character development frustrated me, and after the fourth time Bella is rescued and whisked away in Edward Cullen's "marble" arms, it becomes painfully evident that a superficial, rote romance is all "Twilight" has to offer.
Bella's character raises a whole host of issues that I'm almost too frustrated to address...Frankly, she's a dud. I don't understand why a character so mundane even made it to print. Perhaps I have exceedingly high standards when it comes to leading ladies...If you're going to capture my interest, you've got to be quick witted, rebellious, self-sufficient and worthy of your fellow protagonists. Being hideously plain, inconceivably popular and irrevocably helpless does not a heroine make.
I kept feeling bad for Bella--as though this novel was going to end in her saying "And then I woke up in Phoenix and realized that it actually was a dream, so I went downstairs and inhaled a bowl of cereal..." Then, of course, she'd be overcome with an overwhelming sense of deja vu and inevitably faint on her cotton comforter (undoubtedly littered with an array of irritating stuffed-animals)and...well, that would be more interesting than the pages that precede it...
Bella represents an opportunity to do something new with this genre...Perhaps her character becomes more substantial as the series progresses? Unfortunately, I have some justifiable doubts on that score.
I've tried arguing with myself, resisting the urge to despise this book... (though bile rises in my throat whenever the title is mentioned) I just didn't feel compelled to care about the main characters as much as I wanted to. While there is a minuscule degree of mystery and intrigue surrounding Edward Cullen's character, (He's a freaking vampire...If Meyer managed to make him a dud too, she'd become one of the most fascinatingly droll authors of all time...) the lack of depth and originality in his story makes him forgettable and ultimately disposable.
Be wary of this one--especially if you, like me, are always in the mood for the sort of book that leaves you mourning its end when you turn that last page for the first time...
I'm going hunting for some "sure-shots" now. Wish me luck....more