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.