I was not planning to read the Twilight saga by Stephanie Meyer. Not because it’s not well written — in fact it’s very entertaining and much better crafted than most of the romance novels out there — but because I knew if I read the first one, I would want to finish the series. Unfortunately, I just had to read the summaries on Wikipedia, and Bella’s character really frustrated me. Then, I simply decided that “out of sight, out of mind” was going to settle the case for me here.
Actually, not many people know that the first novel, Twilight, was intended for an adult audience rather than the teenage fangirl frenzy that it stirred up instead. My English teacher told us that, and I do see her (and Meyer’s) point. The novel is out there to remind us of the days when we were still young and well, helplessly in love.
Anyway. So I had to see the absolutely gorgeous novel cover on someone’s bookshelf; and I just had to read it…and everything fell in place within 24 hours. There goes my 80 bucks which I was planning to spend on my J-rock CD collection, sigh.
By the way, the movie was a poor attempt at satisfying the fangirls’ hunger for seeing Edward Cullen in real life. Catherine Hardwicke didn’t make it a complete disaster, but Edward’s character was not well developed at all compared to the novel. I speak so harshly of it is probably because I’m not in love with Robert Pattison like everyone else. On the contrary, I absolutely loved Peter Facinelli who played Carlisle Cullen.