Okay, I promised myself that I wouldn’t write about Twilight anymore since I was so ashamed by the size of Stephenie Meyer’s name in my tag cloud. Still, I just had to share this.
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It’s the internet’s fault!
I have to stop blogging about Twilight. Every time I do it shows up bigger and bigger in that tag cloud on my screen and it’s embarrassing.
But there was a link to an article about Twilight’s web presence in my monthly NCTE inbox so I had to read it.
Apparently Twilight’s maniacal legions of teenage girls are the direct result of Stephenie Meyer’s web presence (okay, and it’s because of the pretty covers and the “plain girl who gorgeous virtuous vampire falls madly in love with” story line).
Damn you, internet!
It’s He-ere…..
Yes, the moment teenage girls (and in many cases, their mothers) have been waiting for. I haven’t seen it yet, but I did see a preview that contained Edward carrying Bella on his back running at super speed and even with funky special effects, it looks just as ridiculous as I imagined.
Oh Harry, how I miss you.
Breaking Yawn
Let me be fair to this book by beginning with the book’s good points:
- It has a lovely cover
And… that’s where it stops. I don’t know… Maybe I could say that at least it gets girls reading who might not normally read. And maybe they’ll be willing to try reading something new. Something better. One can only hope.
I have to admit, I almost enjoyed reading the first two books in the series in spite of the atrocious writing. And really, I could go on and on about how bad the writing is, but read the post by this blogger instead. He sums it all up for me.
As far as the fourth installment in this series goes, I actually kind of feel bad for Stephenie Meyer. I think this poor melodramatic Mormon girl got in way over her head. I think she really wanted to write a book that would satisfy her ravenous pre-teen fans, but the thing is, there is no story here.
The plot is preposterous and deeply gynophobic (it’s a word). Meyers completely abandons a number of her key characters for convenience sake, while she desperately attempts to cobble together an earth-shattering dramatic final battle– which is in essence, a vaguely tense conversation.
Seriously.
All the impresario of the vampire world come together because Bella and Edward have broken some vampire code. But it’s all actually just a big misunderstanding.
So it’s okay.
Everyone goes home.
The end.
And is it just me or does Meyers make being a teen mom seem surprisingly easy? I mean–once you get past the whole “vampire baby chews its way out of your womb” thing. Bella doesn’t really seem to have to do anything with the baby. No feeding. No diaper changes. No sleepless nights. Gosh how wonderful. I need to get me a half-vampire baby.
I just feel that whatever deeper issues Meyers initially intended to explore (stop laughing), such as Bella’s relationship with Edward, with her parents, the Jacob/Bella/Edward love triangle, the idea of immortality and missing out on what makes us human, were just forgotten in the desperate attempt to feed her ravenous fans.
Joss Whedon needs to sit down and have a long talk with this woman.
If you’re interested in this train wreck of teen fiction. I would like to refer you to Meyer’s very own deeply self-indulgent website.