
Okay. I don’t want to bear all of Edward’s children, or anything. I do like his ‘do, however.
Photo: Official “Twilight” site
I’ve been reading since I was four. I read very quickly. Typically, I have several books going at a time. Right now, as a matter of fact, I just polished off three books in less than a week. I’m also reading Jon Krakauer’s biography of Pat Tillman. It’s hard to finish, because I know how it ends. I will review the book at some point here; Jon Krakauer is one of my favorite authors, and I’m really glad he decided to write about this particular subject. Back to those three books I devoured earlier this week.
To my everlasting shame, they’re “Twilight”, “New Moon” and “Eclipse”.
I’m still trying to decide if I’m reading the fourth book (“Breaking Dawn”) or not. There are a lot of readers who are really, really mad about “Breaking Dawn”, if Amazon.com’s reviews are any indication. I decided to finally read “Twilight” after hearing a lot of my author friends rhapsodize about it. I saw the movie ($1 from Redbox, baybee,) a couple of months ago, and prior to reading the book. It was enjoyable. I don’t give a rat’s furry behind about vampires, werewolves, young adult novels (well, I like the ones written by my friends,) or the dreaminess of Robert Pattinson, so maybe I just didn’t get it.
The book, though? I was glued. Transfixed. Couldn’t put the dang thing down. I raced through it, and then I tormented The Dauphin till he agreed to take me to Costco to get the other two books over the weekend. Here’s my whole problem: The movie Edward does little for me. The fictional one? Ahhh, Edward. (sigh) Speaks in complete sentences. Holds two advanced degrees. (Evidently, vampires have a lot of time to study.) Drives a Volvo. Is (according to the description of the heroine,) more beautiful than the angels, smells really, really good, and has a great voice. He’s thoughtful and protective. Plus, he’s loaded. When all that’s not happening, he listens to classical music and sparkles in the sunshine. If he liked football, I’d have to marry him.
Most of my issues with the movie Edward are a) I’m old enough to be his mother, and b) He doesn’t look like the Edward in the book. Let’s face it: Whomever cast the “Harry Potter” series is a genius. He looks EXACTLY like I thought he would, and so do the other leading characters. (Plus, they were smart enough to cast the amazing Alan Rickman as Snape, who is the sexiest bad guy ever. Or is he?) Edward, on the other hand — no. He doesn’t look like the Edward in my imagination, which leaves me — sad. Yeah. That’s it.
I’m trying to cut the movie people some slack here. After all, what a fortysomething woman would consider “more beautiful than the angels” is much different than the book’s target audience, which (again, I’m totally embarrassed,) is teenage girls. It is evident to all who read TLPC that I have impeccable taste in men,
but I never seem to be attracted to the guys all my girlfriends are interested in. (There is the George Clooney rule, though. Everyone thinks he’s cute. Plus, he seems to have quite a sense of humor and he’s intelligent, which just proves my “handsome, smart and funny” rule.)
Back to the books. I wish I knew what makes them so gripping, and why Edward is so captivating, aside from the obvious. I have been exploring these questions with The Dauphin. After all, there has to be a lesson in here for me. Besides that whole Romeo and Juliet “doomed lovers” thing, and the cute thing, I think it’s the following. Edward is still chasing the object of his affection, Bella. He loves her enough to want her to remain the way she is, which means he will spend the rest of her life protecting her, and the rest of his life denying his own nature. It’s self-control none of us can imagine. Plus, it’s fiction. If a guy acted like this in real life, our girlfriends would (truly) be staging an intervention, no matter how cute he was.
I’m still mulling it over. In the meantime, I’ll be lining up next weekend with everyone else to see “New Moon”.
-S