Nevertheless, Meyer's series has me really steamed. Why? For one thing, the high schooler heroine, who's in love with a vampire, HAS MY NAME. For another, per a NY Times column by Gail Collins, Bella's true love Edward
won’t have sex with her because he worries he might kill her with his superstrength in the heat of the moment. So, they are forced to spend all their time kissing and cuddling and talking about their feelings....For the record, during my misspent youth I crawled out of my own bedroom (well, dorm room) window, and I expected a lot more than semi-conscious nuzzling for my pains.
This sure sounds like trouble to me: A generation of guys who will settle for nothing less than a porn star meets a generation of women who expect their boyfriend to crawl through their bedroom window at night and just nuzzle gently until they fall asleep.
Also for the record, I will NOT be among the hordes at the Tattered Cover tomorrow at midnight, as I was for Harry Potter's last bow. BREAKING DAWN will have to break without me.
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There's uite a feeling among a lot of people that the Twilight books are the ultimate bodice-ripper ind isguise. The first book, which is the only one I read, has Bella so helpless, apologetic, and moony that it resembles emotional abuse in some places. Edward is constantly angry for no better reason than that they're in a relationship, and Bella practices a policy of appeasement. She begins to sacrifice everything else in her life just to be with him--she spends a day with some perfectly nice friends and secretly is just annoyed at them for not being Edward.
And so on.
Can you guess whether I'll be in line? And there's not even a character with my name.
(uite = quite)
(ind isguise=in disguise)
OMG, a vampire rabbi! You realize there's a whole series there, right?
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