It is exactly, I mean exactly, like these stupid crushes I used to have in high school where I would actually be embarrassed to admit I liked the guy because he was usually kind of oddball, dorky or just plain weird. Ashamed but strangely drawn in. (Nothing, by the way, like the way I feel about my favorite founder.)
It's weird to think that one can have a crush on a book series, but looking back at the progression of the past week, it developed exactly like that. So does, I guess, my relationship with many other books/movies/tv shows that I get really into. It starts with curiosity, then denial, turns into compulsion, and finally fullblown addictive obsession. (Sooner or later, more or less, I recover.) In this case, I watched the movie over the weekend out of curiosity, to see what all the fuss was about, and then I've been sleeping at 3-4am this week because I stay up reading the books. And now all I want to do is talk about it to anyone who will listen.
I still feel pretty conflicted about it. The writing is totally atrocious - I tell people the dialogue is like reading my old AIM chat logs from high school, and the rest of the first book is like my high school diary where I would pontificate on the various perfections of some guy I never even talked to. I think that's where it really sticks in my side, and maybe that's the genius of it--Stephenie Meyer managed to make us see just how absurd and silly we all were at that age (or still are).
I don't like most of the characters either - I despise Bella Swan and I think Edward Cullen is tiresome in his tortured angst. The actors from the movie are another story; I think they are all adorable, even Kristen Stewart
, whom I hated in the movie, but in real life she's like this spunky, awkward-funny amalgam of Janeane Garofalo, Alexa Chung, and Avril Lavigne (only not so bratty). And yes, the chemistry between her and RPattz
is like, super hotttt!
But I read some of the first book because, I don't know, I was feeling indulgent. Then I read the synopses of the others to get the gist of what happened. I started New Moon, and then the character of Jacob Black hooked me and drew me straight into the vortex of Twilight hysteria. He's the one realistic, multi-dimensional, funny, tragic, incorrigible, naughty, beautiful, humane, immature, and wonderfully charismatic character in the whole series. Plus I've had a mild fetish for Native Americans since I was young (I know. Totally objectifying an entire culture). When I got impatient with the smarmy, saccharine, and boring vampire-Bella bits, I started flipping through and only reading the parts that involved Jacob the werewolf.
I wonder if I should start the fourth book.
And finally, the New Moon trailer: