Teenage Romance is not exactly my typical reading genre. It ranks up there with school dances, boy bands, and hanging out at the mall: ALL teen girlie-stuff that I make a point to avoid at any cost.
As a matter of fact, my recreational literature is on a planned cycle. One non-fiction, is then followed by one adult fiction. I know. It is a little retentive. But, we are only given so many brain cells - and if you are as certain as I am that so many of them died in college - it makes sense to try to keep the remaining few firing on all cylinders. It is not that I have anything against vampires. My version of vampires are found in Anne Rice novels and in movies like "Underworld." It is the thought of someone emasculating vampires by putting them into a teen romance novel. I actually find it a little bit insulting.
In my wife's never-ending efforts to expand my previously limited horizons to the finer things in life (like: Rock of Love, Charm School, Project Runway, The Hills, Rascal Flatts - you can see where this is going), she decided that I needed to - no - that I HAD TO read Twilight. I suggested that we just go see the movie since she had read the book and that would be how I kept up. By my line of thinking this would mean I had only 2 hours of torture rather than the week it would take me to suffer through the book.
However, if you know anything of Roxy's and my relationship, you know that this is EXACTLY the sort of battle I end up losing. EVERY SINGLE TIME. So, I flipped to the first sentence in the first chapter, sighed, and prepared myself for a week's worth of brain cells lost to a teenage vampire romance novel. I prayed none of my friends would ever find out I actually read this book. And so it began. "My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down."
Within minutes, Stephenie Meyer had me wrapped around her binder. I was already plagued with questions. I had to keep reading. Each page I turned made me eager to flip to the next. Each chapter brought about new questions and before I knew it - I was dying to know what Edward Cullen was! It was only when I laid the book down that I remembered that I knew he was a vampire. Wow. She was more than a writer. Stephenie embodies that which distinguishes an author in my mind. I was so lost in her world that I forgot all about mine!
By the end of the novel, I had ached for Bella and Edward's tragedy of love between two infinitely impossible - yet so real - characters. By the end of the novel, I could not wait to read the next.
Why spend an entire blog on this? Because if you are or have ever been a pre-emptive critic; you need to read before you rate. I love this series and I highly recommend it to anyone looking to break a typical and boring reading cycle. Perhaps my wife wins these battles for a reason...