Now that November is nearing, and the hoopla over the Twilight series is reaching a ridiculous fever pitch, I’d like to review it now.
I just can’t help it, the more I hear people raving about these books, the more I think I’m crazy for not liking it. Anyway, I’m preempting myself. Let me start again.
If you’ve been living under a rock, Twilight is a series of vampire novels by Stephanie Meyer. It follows the love story between Edward Cullen, a vampire, and Bella Swan, a mortal. Set in the cold, rainy village of Forks, Washington, the story delves into the seemingly impossible trials of a vampire, as he falls in love with a human he wants to devour. YUM.
Well, okay, that’s an unfair and blunt synopsis. But, you get the point, human falls madly in love with a vampire, vampire wants to drink her blood but falls in love with her as well. Conflicts and a hell of a lot of drama ensue.
Honestly, I enjoyed the first novel of the series, aptly titled Twilight. I couldn’t help but be swept under the Bella-Edward romantic spell. It was riveting. It was all about having that high school crush for the seemingly unreachable hot guy, and finally realizing that he likes you after all. Except that he has this deep and dark secret. It’s Sweet Dreams with a bite (pun very much intended, thank you).
I read the series at a feverish pace, because I merely borrowed the books, and I wanted to return them quickly. Also, I wanted to find out what happened. I think reading it non-stop worked greatly against my interest for the novels. By the middle of the second book, I was sick of the cloying, obsessive ramblings of Bella.
It’s really well-written, using rhymes as his device. So the whole story has this lyrical, almost sing-songsy quality to it. The story itself of the Fangless Vampire is funny but Sharkboy made it even funnier with his use of this device. In the end, it came out, a little ironic, very funny, witty and heart-warming (actually, very much how Sharkboy is. HEE.)
